As I see the exit to Braman I know I’m getting close to what I used to call “home”. Just a few more miles and I will be pulling into that familiar town, with familiar houses, and landmarks, but no longer does it feel right like it used to. I’m getting closer and realizing that this place is no longer home to me. I’ve created a new home, with new memories, in a new house, with new people. As much as I wanted to leave, I just couldn’t let go. I guess thinking it would change, and my memories would vanish, was scary. I lived there for 18 years, that town is a part of me. I realized though that everyone leaves, moves on, and changes, and I’m blessed to have those that remain a part of my life in the process. So as for Tonkawa, millions of memories, and few good people, it will always be a part of who I am, but I can’t wait to start who I will become. Home isn’t where you live, it’s where you love; and as long as I have love, wherever that may be, I’ll be home.
I would go to Africa, to see the sunset. I’m pretty sure I would love to find a secluded spot and sit for hours just watching the animals. Birds, cats, elephants, etc. I feel like if I could draw it would be the perfect place, but I can’t so I’ll take photos instead.
Either that or Greece. I’ve always wanted to go to Greece. I love the old architecture, and the thought of stray cats everywhere makes me happy. Not the fact that they are homeless and possibly hungry, but the thought of cats. The water looks absolutely beautiful, and I so badly want to ride a moped down the little streets. With my hair blowing. Haha!
As for where I’ve been, work and sleep. Butttt I need to start posting more, so that’s my goal as of now!