I’m Tired of Abandoning My Home

A story about leaving the place I love.

Amanda Allworth
Jun 8 · 3 min read
Photo by Kelcy Gatson on Unsplash

Six months ago, I moved from the midwest to south Florida. I wasn’t keen on leaving in the first place, but with an open mind, I loaded boxes and made the journey south. It’s been an exciting opportunity, but I’m counting the days until I can get back home…again.

Leaving Iowa: Part 1

I grew up in a small town in southern Iowa. It’s one of those places where everyone knows everyone’s business and people can be close-minded to outsiders. I couldn’t wait to leave when I graduated from college. And I did leave. I went one state north to Minnesota, where the temperatures and the people were cooler. I settled in the Twin Cities area and enjoyed being a young, single city dweller for a while.

But after a few years of battling traffic and commutes, I was longing to get back to Iowa. So I went home.

Leaving Iowa: Part 2

As soon as I decided to move back, I felt like a weight had lifted off of my shoulders. I was returning home to familiarity, to friends and my extended family.

Around Thanksgiving, I settled into a cute apartment just outside of Iowa City. It’s one of the most progressive cities in the state, and I was excited to give Iowa another shot. I’d been away for almost five years at that point and had matured quite a bit.

I took a job at a large agricultural company making a decent wage and bought my first home when I was 28. I’d planned on being in Iowa for a while. But unexpectedly, I was offered a promotion at my job. Ian Hawaii. I put my house on the market and bought a plane ticket.

Leaving Iowa: Part 3

I spent almost three years on Maui before island fever set in. While I loved living there, I always knew it wasn’t going to be my forever home. I started applying for jobs and ended up with an offer to move back to rural Minnesota.

I flew back to the mainland to scope out my potential new home in October. It was harvest season in the midwest, one of my favorite times of the year. That comforting feeling of being home swept over me again, and I knew I was ready to move closer to my family in Iowa.

I spent the next couple of years in a small Minnesota town that was similar to my hometown in Iowa. But I was still six hours from my family, and there wasn’t much of a social scene in the town of 700 people I was living in. About the time I was ready to throw in the towel at my job, I accepted a promotion that would send me back to Iowa again. I was beyond thrilled to move back home.

The only downside was that I would be leaving behind my significant other, who I’d met the year before. We decided that he would eventually move to where I was, so I forged ahead with my plans.

Unfortunately, after about 18 months at my new job, I was laid off unexpectedly. I spent three months in Iowa planning my next move and ultimately decided to go back to Minnesota to be with my boyfriend. I reluctantly said farewell to Iowa for the third time.

Returning to Iowa. The End.

For now, I’m in Florida for at least another year. But I plan to once again return to Iowa with hopes of making it a permanent stay this time.

I have a toddler now, and establishing roots for him in a safe, small-town community is a priority. My heart has always been in Iowa, but I’ve let distractions drag me away too many time. I’m aching for old friends, a slower pace and wide open spaces. For tractors in the spring and combines in the fall. For familiar faces and unpretentious attitudes. I’m counting down the days until I’m home once again.

Amanda Allworth

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