12.94 miles…
Well, I’m going on two weeks and two days at my new home. It’s pretty good! It’s been a lot of work and it’s still got a lot of work left… but I really feel like this is my home, not just a place where I live, ya’ know?
There are aspects that make a location a home… the amount of time you spend doing things other than sleeping, the effort you put into it personalizing it, and most importantly… those that you spend your time with while at home. My apartment used to feel like that, but lately it just felt empty and a shell of what a home should really feel like.
It’s strange to me that such a simple thing as moving a mere thirteen miles seems to put things into a new perspective. Roads I’ve driven down a hundred times seem somehow more familiar… or more foreign. A building that has always looked so beautiful to me from one angle, shows the flawed foundation from a hind-view.
I’m not exactly sure what I will do with my future, but I know that for right now, I am where I should be, even though it’s not exactly where I thought or wanted to be…
