Jun 062008
Today I realized that I haven’t been homesick once since I’ve left. In prior trips there’s always been a point at which I really wish I could go back home.
Not to say I don’t miss my family and friends, I do. But the actual yearning for the location just isn’t present at all.
Home has become whatever small piece of land lies beneath my feet. I carry my perception of home with me and its transitory permanence is both comforting and exciting.
I’ve met a few people I really like around here and the less quickly I judge people the more I learn from them.
I haven’t been this happy since I left Durango. Each day gets just a little bit better.
Isn’t it the best feeling to look around you, wherever that is and to feel lucky? Lucky just to be.
I think you kind of made me realize something in this post that I hadn’t thought about before. I really am not homesick. I miss my friends and family but not the location. I’m not yearning for my room in Colorado, my backyard, none of that, I am missing loved ones.
Being here all alone has opened up all sorts of doors for my future, I am now more prepared to go places which I wouldn’t have before because of my preoccupation with location and those around me.
Kudos on meeting people, maybe if I can turn off my extreme judging powers I can make some friends too!
ps: i’m interested in your proxy bridge, email?