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After almost 6 months here, it feels like home. I am getting a sense for what exists around me. I find myself giving directions to strangers and having guests over.
Turning the lights down tonight, I was overcome with a feeling of comfortableness in my place. For the longest time, I didn't feel right here. It's just weird. You get so used to things. Reaching for your toothbrush. And at first, I had to figure out where to put my toothbrush and where to reach for it. Now it is embedded in muscle memory so I hardly think anymore.
I guess it takes a while to get adjusted and for some weird place to feel like home.
I am very lucky. But I can't help wishing for more. A better life - deeper friends, more friends, a more significant purpose, a sweeter song to sing.
This world is not my home. I think if I truly believed it was, I wouldn't be who I am. I don't think I will always wander and hope. If there was nothing more, I would be the happiest person there was, because I have so much.
Cheers.
Here's to the beautiful life that we can only imagine, if that. The beautiful life that someday will come (because if it wouldn't, we wouldn't bother to hope for it). I hold that tune in my mouth, the tip of my tongue, because I can't wait to sing it.
After almost 6 months here, it feels like home. I am getting a sense for what exists around me. I find myself giving directions to strangers and having guests over.
Turning the lights down tonight, I was overcome with a feeling of comfortableness in my place. For the longest time, I didn't feel right here. It's just weird. You get so used to things. Reaching for your toothbrush. And at first, I had to figure out where to put my toothbrush and where to reach for it. Now it is embedded in muscle memory so I hardly think anymore.
I guess it takes a while to get adjusted and for some weird place to feel like home.
I am very lucky. But I can't help wishing for more. A better life - deeper friends, more friends, a more significant purpose, a sweeter song to sing.
This world is not my home. I think if I truly believed it was, I wouldn't be who I am. I don't think I will always wander and hope. If there was nothing more, I would be the happiest person there was, because I have so much.
Cheers.
Here's to the beautiful life that we can only imagine, if that. The beautiful life that someday will come (because if it wouldn't, we wouldn't bother to hope for it). I hold that tune in my mouth, the tip of my tongue, because I can't wait to sing it.