Far from home

This past weekend I was able to spend some quality time with family and friends.  Going home always recharges my batteries.  Because we live three hours away from the nearest family, our visits end up being weekend get-aways.  I really enjoy my job and the town where I live but lately I've felt torn between being here and being closer to family.  I've been reminiscing about our newlywed days when we lived closer to family.  One thing I've noticed about myself is that I tend to romanticize things, the way they were.  I'm afraid that one day I will look back and pine for this place, where we currently live.  I wish I could just live in the moment, take one day at a time, and just...be.