How weird is coming home? Especially when you have no idea where you’re going, not sure where you’ve been. The only thing you become sure of is how satisfied you are with where you are at the moment (in the most non-physical way). Maybe yesterday was weird, maybe tomorrow is a different story, altogether. But, right now, things are happy and good. And, maybe that’s all that matters.
I’ve come to believe that the most extraordinary feeling in the world is coming home. The most disillusioning, leaving. Moving far away is freeing, but comes at no small price. Missing the growing up of your family, missing the potential growing away of your friends, missing the once-growing security of what you
know knew. No, it comes at no small price, but at a great reward——
never (not once) missing yourself grow.