being home is strange. interesting. wonderful. stressful. relaxing. awful. amazing.
being home isn't much like being home. in total i've only lived here one year, not even consecutively. I have close to no ties in the community, church or otherwise.
being home is confusing. i don't know if i should lay back and enjoy my time off, or if i should do my best to make the biggest impact where i can. helping out, both around the house and in my family's lives. its a dichotomy that i'm not sure how to deal with yet.
being home is what i long for. its seattle right now, home. and i miss it.
2 comments:
it's a strange feeling when you start making your home independently of your family
isn't that just the truth.
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