Longing
A year ago yesterday I had just arrived home after 22 hours of flying from Paris, to Amsterdam, to Memphis, to LA. A year ago today I moved into this house. I freaked out in the supermarket due to chili peppers, refried beans, and macaroni and cheese. I've been back longer than I was gone. I am content for the most part... but already preparing for more change. It's always at the moment when you're finally comfortable that it's time to stir things up and get moving again. Now I'm starting to understand why settling down actually becomes a desirable situation. The cycle of stop and go is tiresome and emotional torture. I'm almost ready to put an end to it, but not quite yet. If you stop before you've reached the end of the road, you'll always be looking down the street wondering what's there and never fully take in what's right in front of you. I never would know how beautiful home was if i didn't know what being away from home felt like.