Home At Last

Home.


I'm headed there for the first time in what seems like a century.


The last time we were acquainted, I was saying farewell to what thus far had been a lifetime of sentiment. The pale yellow walls of the front left room had its fair share of beatings between nail markings and scratches from this desk and that bed. The carpets filled with character of sentimental stains and the "sorry mom, I didn't mean to spill my red polish on the white shag" were no Hollywood home decor. When gazing at the worn white-washed deck, it was evident that many feet had soiled it in utter embrace of one other's company. The tree that bore fresh leaves each spring sits parallel to the little window that those big brown eyes frequently peeked out of. Even the awful and outdated plush pink carpet in the back room names the three little girl's feet that scurried across to meet mommy in the bathroom to get ready for another Sunday service.


Then surrounding these four walls you'll find the park down the street with the old familiar pier and ever changing giggling little children. The Seven Eleven only miles away has endured many hot summer days of slurpee cravings. The deer within the wooded homes recalls the runner's feet in the early weekday evenings. The little coffee shop remembers the journals that sat upon its tables and the smiles that embraced their brew. Those seemingly narrow halls filled with metal lockers and warrior display recollects the past with nostalgic desire for another go around.


When home is a place that you no longer reside, home is a feeling within. Though you exist in one place, your heart can somehow be occupied with another. Sometimes I believe no matter how far you journey or no matter how much a soul changes, its heart will always remain with that place where it all began.


Sweet, sweet Virginia, how I long to embrace you again. Now I am faced with the granting of such desires and I don't quite know what to do with it. When we reunite will you please just hold me? I remember you for the beautiful things and I'm fond of your presence.

Procrastination Purge

Before I go on explaining and you go pointing fingers, let it be known that I have faced the truths of my neglect to such a world as this blogosphere. No punishment needed. I've practically put myself in a time out chair and made my curfew 8 p.m. every night. Lesson learned. A life without words is no life at all.

No matter how much expression is known through the English vernacular, there are simply moments in life when no words can form and the shear stumping of one's thoughts leave the writer itself dumbfounded.

So I suppose I owe you to at the very least elaborate and well you, you will have to do your best to keep up. Parallel to my absence, a lot has transpired. Within the last year, there have been adjustments, implementations, and the birthing of new ideas and life that could never be articulated through a single post. However, I find even a brief elaboration is highly "blogworthy". I'd like to share. Let's journey, shall we?

Within the last year I've accomplished and witnessed a lot. I've changed my residency from the state lines of lovers to the sunshine state, started my very first career, spent multiple holidays with my family all together (it's about time), endured my first 80 degree Christmas without dying, rented my first place, witnessed many "firsts" for my nephew, explored new and unfamiliar cities & purchased new ink.

Some things I've learned?

1. Knitting is not just for grandmas, it's actually a means of stress relief.

2. Gold's Gym isn't just for prototypical meat heads.

3. Short hair makes you look like you're twelve.

4. Never drive too long on an empty tank. "E" does not stand for "extra".

5. 80 degrees in Florida really means 95.

6. Texans are some of the slowest drivers in the world.

7. Carrot cake is not healthy just because it has vegetables in it. ;)

8. God is no respecter of persons.

9. You're officially "old" when you get elated while looking at dish-ware.

10. Shopping in your storage unit is the best kind of retail therapy.

11. Even when in a career, people will still ask you "what do you want to do with your life" until your fifty.

It's been a long year and well, just be glad I spared you the guts and blood. I figured I'd leave you with the glass half full - another thing I've learned this past year.

I decided to officially have a procrastination purge. I promise I won't leave you hanging anymore.

Thanks for your patience - you're a true gem. ;)

Ps. Here's a few of my favorites since we've last chatted.