It’s funny how much the idea of home can change throughout our lives. For a long time, “home” for me was my hometown where I grew up in New York. Then my college town became a new home, then a small town in Alabama, and now Charlotte, North Carolina. These days, I find myself longing to be back in my hometown, to something familiar or picturing a time when we will be “settled.” However, I also know that when I do get a chance to go back to my hometown, that feeling of home only lasts so long, and feeling settled doesn’t quench the longing; it just makes it quieter. Quite simply, I’m homesick.