Moving
Moving away from home is always odd. You leave behind objects you looked at everyday- like that one picture in the hallway or even that dresser you've had since you were a child. It's weird to wake up and realize your parents won't be there to make you breakfast. Or even to remember that you won't be driving down the same streets as you did for so many years.
But I've realized that, at least for me, leaving home isn't about all the perks or random objects you leave behind; it's the people. For most of my friends, they are all spreading off to different colleges, so my once home really isn't anymore. Because many of the people who changed it won't be here.
In truth, I no longer really have a home. I will never again live in my parents house nor do I identify this as my home. I'm older now and have really moved on in life... right now I'm guess I'm in a sort of limbo between leaving behind the old and attempting to find the new [and Tallahassee will NEVER be my home].
But then again, as I was sitting and thinking about this last night... I realized that I DO find that homey sensation.. but it's not in a place... it's with a person. No matter where we are, what we're doing, being with Paul just feels right... it feels like I'm meant to be there... it feels like home. Instead of returning to my room when I get frustrated or upset, all I have to do is look in his eyes and feel that same warmth and comfort.
So all in all, I guess you could say that I grew out of my old home.... but, in essence, I'm still leaving behind another.
But I've realized that, at least for me, leaving home isn't about all the perks or random objects you leave behind; it's the people. For most of my friends, they are all spreading off to different colleges, so my once home really isn't anymore. Because many of the people who changed it won't be here.
In truth, I no longer really have a home. I will never again live in my parents house nor do I identify this as my home. I'm older now and have really moved on in life... right now I'm guess I'm in a sort of limbo between leaving behind the old and attempting to find the new [and Tallahassee will NEVER be my home].
But then again, as I was sitting and thinking about this last night... I realized that I DO find that homey sensation.. but it's not in a place... it's with a person. No matter where we are, what we're doing, being with Paul just feels right... it feels like I'm meant to be there... it feels like home. Instead of returning to my room when I get frustrated or upset, all I have to do is look in his eyes and feel that same warmth and comfort.
So all in all, I guess you could say that I grew out of my old home.... but, in essence, I'm still leaving behind another.