Some of us, such as myself, are still working. Others are retired. But so many of us confide that underneath our positive spin about our new location is a yearning to return to how it was in the old one.
Maybe part of it is the traditional nostalgia for our more youthful selves. After a certain age, there tends to be a fall-off in energy level, flexibility, and enthusiasm about learning new things. We recall the time when that wasn't so.
Another part of homesickness is the loss of intimate relationships. Just recently, after two years here, I have developed a friendship in which I feel safe confiding some personal information. Not much. Not yet. Back east there were at least seven people I trusted with my secrets and angst.
A third part is the loss of the ability to make big money fast. Here one assignment did pay $4,000. Another $2,500. In the New York Metro area, assignments billed at $20,000 and more did fall into my lap often. No longer do I perceive myself as a player.
Not that I regret the move. No longer could I endure the bitter cold and snow. And rent was moving on by the 50-percent mark in what I shelled out from my monthly income. Yes, it had come to that: I had to pull up roots.
But, I warn my old friends still based on the East Coast that adjusting in another location will not be easy. Here some long-timers tell me that in another year I will consider this "home." I hesitate to believe them.