Coming Home

Ah, home sweet home. I've been moving around a lot lately, both for short stints and for more long term ones. Home and what it means to me have really started to change.

I remember when I moved to Las Vegas, it was only supposed to be a short stint. I made a point of never referring to my apartment as home. I didn't want to think of it as home because I wouldn't be there long. Now... I'm starting to think about home as more of a place where I feel comfortable, where I feel safe, and where I have loved ones.

Yeah, it's a bit sappy, but I've been going everywhere lately, which means I've been staying with friends. And you know what? I caught myself calling their houses "home." And you know what? They kind of are. I mean, if I had a more permanent living situation, I'd welcome any of my friends to call it their home, too. 

So now I think my mother's wanderlust has taken hold of me. I'm okay with moving around. I'm okay with settling down for a spell and calling wherever I happen to be home. As long as I have a loved one there, as long as it's someplace I look forward to going at the end of the day, I think I'm okay with calling it home. 

Maybe tomorrow I'll see if I can make something about this more pertinent to writing. Until then....

Don't forget to be awesome!