When I moved almost 2000 miles away from home, here was where I came to feel connected in a new and different world, it is where I came to document the loves of my life and the losses, its where I came to work out my thoughts and my beliefs and my feelings about things. Here is where the pain of growth and self-reflection met the joys of self-discovery and new horizons. And yet I haven’t been here consistently for years.
I've popped in and out but I haven’t been here. For whatever reason I didn't need to be here. I believe that the universe always puts us where we need to be and today the universe feels I need to be here. It’s time to come home; it’s time to get back to the basics of me. The series of events that pushed me back here were not an accident. While they seemed like happenstance, as I sit here writing my first post after this long hiatus, I realize they were not.
I am at such a different place in my life, one that is new yet familiar to me, one that holds the excitement of possibilities and the fear of the unknown. I cannot wait to see what this new season of my life holds and hopefully I will come back here,HOME, to put words to the feelings that will accompany the journey.