Joe,
Maybe you have already been told this countless times, but I have to say it anyway. I am so thankful to know that my husband and I are not the only people to have returned to their hometown as a sort of stranger. I just finished reading Deer Hunting with Jesus and could not help but read out loud most of the book to my husband each time a parallel to our lives popped up.
We have recently moved back to east Texas after 13 years way, eight of which were spent in the blue liberal heaven of Seattle. We told ourselves countless times that we would never go back, never, not ever. And here we are, back with our Billy Graham-loving, two-pack-a-day-smoking, always broke families that, for some reason, we love even though we have no clue why they make the decisions that they do. We came back for many reasons, one of which was to be closer to our family, and we are, for the most part, content with our decision (though we miss bookstores on every corner instead of churches) to return home.
