Back Home?

Everyone keeps asking me how great it is to have moved back home. After seventeen years (granted, four of them were college, but still) I have returned to New Jersey. And I'm not sure great is the word I would use.

I love my new house. I love being close to my parents (well, so far :) ). I love that I can walk everywhere now, or hop on a train into the city. I love that I can get good pizza, real bagels and deli food easily. But.

I don't really know anyone here anymore. I don't like that the Daily Show doesn't come on until eleven. Other moms don't seem very friendly (everyone I have talked to in the park or the neighborhood has been male or childless). I have to bring six different things to get my driver's license.

I like it here, but it doesn't feel like home. For years it's been the place I grew up, the place I visited at Thanksgiving and Christmas. I know it probably won't take all that long to feel at home here- certainly it will take less time for me than for my Kansas native husband. But's it's not great, and it's not home. Not yet.