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Weekend Home — It Takes Baby Steps

This weekend was the first time I had been home in 4 years. Say whaaaaa?

I didn’t realize it had been so long until I tried to recall when and why I had last been home. It was for my 10 year high school reunion.

I graduated in 2002.

Four years.

Solomons Island

Neil and I both grew up in MD, so we spent the weekend with our respective parents. He went his way and I went mine upon landing on Saturday morning. His trip home took about 30 minutes, but mine was about 90 since I grew up in southern MD.

My sister Jackie picked me up from the airport with her two dogs. If you have IG and watched my stories from the weekend, you know I spent a lot of time riding with them on my lap in pure joy (me — maybe not them). I should have saved some of them so I would have more pictures to share with you, but I wasn’t quick enough.

Jackie had to head to a concert later that night, so we spent some time at home, headed out to take some pictures, and eat some ice cream on the boardwalk before she left.

Ice Cream

Solomons Island

I don’t think I realized how lucky I was to grow up surrounded by so much nature and water. It’s something that settles my mind, puts me at ease, and a place where I could spend hours and hours.

Chicago is great for so many reasons, but I miss being able to step outside and walk to views like these. I miss going out on boats at a moment’s notice. I miss the calm.

Seahorse Beach

I asked myself why it took me so long to go back to the place where I grew up and the only reason I could come up with was that I just wasn’t ready. As beautiful as it is, it was also the place where I lost a lot of my life.

My last memories of my room weren’t of hiding away and reading books, but hiding away and using drugs when I was there. I didn’t want to drive by the pharmacy I worked for for 8 years and relive the arrest, the deception, and the fact that I never really talked to any of those people again. I wasn’t able to appreciate the nature that was all around me during that time, instead thinking about where I would go to drink and how drunk I could be and still drive home.

Sometimes it takes a break to be able to find a new perspective. Coming back home this time wasn’t easy, but it was easier.Β 

Seahorse Beach

This little nugget didn’t hurt either.


Sometimes it takes baby steps.

I wasn’t able to go to Baltimore for a long time after I got clean. It wasn’t until Neil got an extended assignment there when we were first dating and I wasn’t working that I attempted it.

The longer you stay away from something because you’re afraid of it, the bigger it will grow and the harder it will be to face.

I realized that I had to make new memories or Baltimore would always be a) a temptation and b) in control of me. I traveled with him and stayed Monday-Friday, making new memories and conquering my fear of a place that once took me down.

My trip back home, although short, was a baby step. I created new memories and the thought of going back isn’t as overwhelming. It was good to see my mom, my sister, and those sweet little pups. It was good to justΒ be.

Today’s post is a little more introspective than my normal weekend recaps, but I wanted to share my experience to show that although things may scare you, it’s important to take those baby steps in order to move forward.

I did make sure to share an ice cream cone with you though. πŸ˜‰

I hope you all had a FANTASTIC weekend. Take those steps today.


  • What did you do this weekend?
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32 comments on “Weekend Home — It Takes Baby Steps

  1. I 100% agree with you about avoiding something only makes it harder when facing it. I learned that the hard way and was terrified of facing a situation, but it is totally a breath of fresh air once it’s done. Like “ahhhhh I did it”. I’m from Maryland too, and don’t get home enough. I need to change that!
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    1. I can’t even imagine what it’s like to get closer to a surgery date like that. If you need someone to talk to, don’t hesitate to reach out. For reals, not just saying that.

  2. How did I not know you were from SoMd? I am from SC, but I am a proud St. Mary’s College alum and spent many good years there πŸ™‚

  3. i am SO CANADIAN that i had to google which state MD was. Sighhhh. Get it together Cheng.
    Going home is a WEIRD thing. I had a lot of bad memories and experiences in my hometown (Calgary) and I would hate going back there during summer in University. However I loveee hanging out with my parents and chilling at home, so the pros definitely outweigh the cons now. Sounds like you had a great time, and i’m excited for you that you made some great new memories there πŸ™‚
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    1. Oh yeah I probably should have written the full thing at least once haha. I’m glad YOU are making new memories when you’re home!

  4. High fives to you, you are an incredible and powerful woman. I can’t imagine going back there, my old childhood home that has the most memories belongs to someone else now. I still feel weird sometimes just thinking about it. Forgiving our pasts is so critical and yet easier said than done. I’m over it but sometimes wonder am I?
    You’re an inspiration and warrior, thanks for your light πŸ™‚
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  5. Thats great you were able to go! Even for a short visit. I can understand that feeling of fear and dread about going someplace. It happened to me when I had to be around dance after having to quit. I was so scared to go to a show because it made me feel certain things all over again!
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    1. Oh absolutely. It’s easier to just avoid them haha. But then we don’t move past them blah blah. Hope it’s better for you now!

  6. Hi Erin, really good post.

    I had the same trouble as you when I needed to take trips to my district of my hometown. I even used to fear cars on the street that were the same cars that used to serve me coke.

    Thankfully I am over it.

  7. Erin, you are amazing. I admire your strength so very much and hope that I can harness an ounce of your courage one day soon. Thank you for sharing your life with us! xo

  8. For the short time that I’ve gotten to know you via the internet and Instagram, you have become a constant positive presence… I’m sorry I haven’t said that to you sooner, but I want to thank you for being that for me! I cannot imagine the strength and courage it took for you to go home for the first time. I’m sure Neil and your parents and sister and friends are incredibly proud of the person that you have become and this trip sounds like it was just the step you needed!
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  9. So proud of you Erin, what an accomplishment. I was terrified of stepping foot in the town of the treatment center I was in. But once I did it felt like a weight was lifted off my chest. I think looking fear straight in the face and remembering to have faith during these situations is so important!
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    1. I can totally relate. It’s tough going back to those places, but the more we do it with a stronger identity and conviction, the easier it gets!

  10. Glad you had a nice time, although I can definitely see how that would be so hard to go back. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I think moving back home was so hard because of those things I knew I left behind would be waiting for me too. I liked this introspective post, it got me thinking πŸ™‚ <3

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