This first year back home has come full circle and we are back at the beginning of the summer once again. This yeah has taught me a lot and made me realize how important having a home really is.
I use to run away from home. Well not literally but in the mind--yes home was not..cool for me, for lack of a better word. Once i hit the teeny bopper years i would find ways and reasons to be out. Nothing bad at all, just out. Hanging out. or if i was home i was on the phone with the door closed on the phone, dedicating my time to people who were not family. Who didn't need to love me. Having their love and approval was greater to me because they didn't have to love me. So i worked for that.
I spent a lot of time at home this year. I fought it at first but then i settled into it and realized that i am lucky to have a home in many senses of the word. I have a home in my family and my physical apt. I also have a home in my friends and most importantly in my mind. something i can take with me where ever i go. I can enrich it with new knowledge or if the world gets to overwhelming I can go back to the things that make me feel at home...
From DR trip
from No Doubt concert
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