A while back, i wrote about being home and not feeling like it was home.
Sometimes everyone has to correct their words
and i am doing so right now
I have found home.
i don't know which emotion to express
i'm not just happy
i am pretty excited.
home is the freedom that you find
not just freedom to do anything
but freedom to live.
by living is to be part of something
as much as i tried to be part of something
i never went as far as to be part of a community
and just as everything else, it takes work to live
and as well being part of the community.
what i've realized
is community doesn't come to you
you come to the community.
(i know, it sounds cheesy)
and to have neighbours, even if its just one family
but to visit and live in the same community as your neighbour
i have a neighbour who visits me and i visit him
And its true: visit your parents
go eat with them, everyday if possible
if you can't visit, call them.
and eat with people
go to gatherings if you can
I like it here
not all the time
but an appreciation
that i've never had for it,
has grown inside
wherever that is.
maybe its just a sign of maturity
if it is
its about time it showed up
if its different, or not,
i still appreciate it.
i went home to somewhere