"Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to" -John Ed Pearce
|flying over the clouds magically links my heart & my head and I find as I'm suspended above earth my deepest longings emerge from my heart to the forefront of my mind.|
I hated home for the longest time. I found it dreadfully boring and mediocre on every level imaginable.
I wanted as far from it as possible. I had been hurt, left, and suffered there. In attempts to fill my heart and idea of home I ran. I ran to Africa, college, friends homes, now in a marriage in Chicago.
After running, I've found. Home is where you make it. And now, I miss it. I miss home since it is such an integral part of who I am and what I will accomplish and become. This year, with my best friend by my side I went back home to find it truly wasn't as bad as I had expected and maybe, just maybe I missed it and longed to go back once on the plane for my new city, chicago.
|At the airport leaving home for home.|
|may this new year bring home to your heart- tm.|