I’ve always considered myself a Midwest girl. Born in Chicago, Raised in the Northshore suburb of Evanston then attended college in Wisconsin. In fact, when I decided to move to New York just over a year and a half ago many family and friends were pretty surprised I decided to venture to the big city on the East coast. With excitement, eagerness and just a little apprehension, I set off to establish myself in the world of beauty PR in the most exciting city in the world, always, knowing in the back of my head that I was still a Midwest girl at heart.

I’m not really sure when it first happened, but somehow along the way, New York began to become home. Sure, I still visited Chicago every few months and it is a strong part of who I am, but my life suddenly felt grounded in New York with my new MMC family. Referring to “going home” now meant my studio apartment downtown.  I didn’t fully notice the change until I recently went to visit friends and family in Chicago and for the first time felt like a visitor. Although it was slightly upsetting to feel that I had let go of my past roots, I also felt comforted to realize that home is truly where the heart is and that I had established my own home, not confined to a zip code or where I went to school, but where my life is happening now and that feeling of excitement and eagerness for the future stirred again.

So…what does home mean to you?