“Do you feel like you are home?” A friend asked me that at lunch the other day. The weird thing was, I had just been thinking that on my way to the restaurant. Even though I had just left California, I did feel like I was home.
For me, living here can be isolating at times. Being home and visiting my family friends, I was reminded of just how lucky I am. I have such great people in my life surrounding me. We can just hang out and do nothing because we are just enjoying each other’s company. We laugh about silly things and work a joke until it can’t be worked anymore. They are some of the kindest people I’ve ever met.
It turns out that I had to leave early because of tax reasons. It was a big disappointment. I liken my time in California to walking a dog. I had the route and everything all planned out, exactly what I wanted to do and people I wanted to see. Suddenly, the dog got loose and I ended up chasing after that wily dog, running, trying to catch the leash only to end at my destination too quickly with no idea how I got there. I guess life can be like too sometimes.
Trying to figure out what home means, I guess when people say that home is where the heart is is true. I carry each one of my friends and family in my heart so in a sense, I am home no matter where I go because these wonderful people are always in my heart.