It's hard to describe what it feels like to have packed up all of my belongings and to be back home in my parents house again. After being on my own for the past four years--learning and living, and learning to live, it is hard to describe just how I feel right now. It's the same house, but it looks somewhat different. I know that I'm home, yet I feel so strange.
Just a couple days ago, I lived, what felt like very passively, through a living dream of graduating from college. How dramatic, you might say, but that's just it, it was dramatic. It marked the ending of one of the life-forming periods of my life. I've been blessed with some of the best friends--the most charming, beautiful and trustworthy people that I, now, can no longer imagine living without.
Home is where the heart is. But what if my heart is here, along with all over the state with each of them as well? That's getting closer to what it feels like. A little disoriented, a little spread out, a little incomplete.
Goodbye for now. It's just for the summer, right?
