Why I'm no longer elsewhere...

Throughout my life I often wished I was somewhere else. Anywhere else. And while I was in the places I was at, I always felt I'd arrived late and was due to leave early. So I never quite settled, always feeling a little like I was momentarily floating above while looking for somewhere to land.
I have a few memories of my very early childhood, I was born in Utah and I remember the little gray house in Orem, with the pretty yellow curtains in my bedroom.
When I was four we moved to Topeka and lived in a house we called Butrums. My bedroom in that house had purple carpet. I remember we found two baby mice in the basement that we had to put outside. That is where we lived when I had the chicken pox. We didn't stay there long.
We then moved to an apartment behind what used to be called Venture. That's where I started kindergarten. That's where we lived when my sister got bit by the dog next door. Then we moved again.
This was the house on Virginia Avenue. It seemed so big and my bedroom had dark green carpet. I lived in that house longer than I've lived anywhere. It belonged to my stepfather's aunt, and so it was already furnished. I had a white canopy bed with a white bedspread that had little flowers on it. The canopy would get dust and bugs on top of it, but I loved it. It was my princess bed. I stayed there for ten years until things got really bad. I briefly lived in another apartment with my mother, then fled to Utah where I thought I'd find refuge with my father.
Most of high school took place in Spanish Fork, Utah. I remember seeing the title of a magazine article called, Home is Where the Heartache Is. I remember thinking how true that was and looking forward to the next move.
Which took place my senior year, I moved back to Kansas in a house with my grandma, grandpa, uncle, mom, two younger sisters, and three not house broken dogs. When it was time to turn in college applications I applied to schools all over, hoping to narrow down my options. When I got accepted to every school I applied to I finally decided on the one school with an open attendance policy. Who needs good grades? And I was back in Utah.
Freshman year I lived with my grandparents, which I loved, although I felt the strong pull to live "on my own".
So I moved in with five other females. Oy. I lived there for my sophomore year and half of my junior year. At that point I was terribly sick, terribly lost, terribly lonely, and terribly broken. So back to Kansas I went.
I moved in with my great-grandma and for six months did nothing but sleep and service. It was just what I needed. By that summer I was ready to come alive again. I got a job, a social life, and accepted back to my old school. Looking once again to go elsewhere. But then I found what I'd been searching for this whole time. Home. And I found it in my dear husband.
We had a whirlwind romance and all my plans changed. We got married and moved into the apartment we're living in now. And I realize I'm finally where I'm supposed to be. It's not the location, but your perspective. I'm finally home.