It’s just another state, not utopia.
Starting over will absolutely be the breath of fresh air that you need, as long as you’re open to the way and shape all these new changes will present themselves to you.
I may never live in America again, but I am cool with that — I have by my side the two people in the world who have given me the gift of “being me”. What’s more, had I not left, I would not have had the privilege of seeing America from both sides of the coin. And you know what? It’s made me love it even more.
I’ve never been the one to leave. I haven’t mastered the art of goodbyes.
I look forward to the rhythm that comes with small town life.
Pieces of the same old me are back, some pieces will never return. Now I want to live, not just survive the day, a feeling I thought would never return.
Maybe ‘home’ is not about where you are, but about how you feel. The way you find yourself belonging to a person or place, simply because it’s where your heart has decided to rest.
The lows are here to remind us how lucky we are when the highs roll around, they teach us how to be appreciative.
When you leave everything you know behind, you will get lonely. The kind of loneliness that is palpable.
There comes a point and time where you want to meet new people from various backgrounds, and explore different things. The things that you used to do for fun are no longer appealing, and the place begins to feel less and less like home as you grow within yourself. You crave more than what you’ve been used to.