Home is Where the Heart is

Lol at the capitalization. 

ANYWAYS back to business. English is colonial and imperialist anywayzzzzzz

Alright. As someone who's moved all over the world before the invention of IG and FB, I'd never thought I'd be able to connect with childhood friends. AOL and MSN were around but I wasn't on the internet like that until I was in middle school. 

Even so, I think the idea of impermanence had set in. Or maybe I was living out my astrological life. I knew I wasn't staying put in one place for too long, this being affirmed when I later found out I had 12H placements. 

And so I travelled and travelled but I found myself missing home. Where is home anyways? I haven't been back to the country I was born in for years. I've made a home away from my family's state and I have more relatives and friends all over the country. 

I found myself missing people. Missing being around people I loved. Missing the familiarity of the place, people, and the presence of it all. The presence, not the present. I presently miss their presence. Their presence is missed presently. We mourn when their presence is not present. 

A picture, momento, memories are not the same as breath. Even in the trees, the water, and the air, you feel the difference. So how do you reconcile? How can you bring yourself to enjoy the present and feel your own presence? 

We connect with the land we're on. Create space for yourself in the "unfamiliar" place. And sometimes you can't. And sometime's you won't - and that's because you want to reach your destination. Go and fight for it. Don't forget to hold on for dear life.