the reality of life in the present always makes the life you leave behind seem like a dream, a memory of a dream-something that never really existed in the tangible universe. you step off a plane and breath in the crisp morning air and suddenly the heat of the midwestern sun that brushed your face earlier that day seems so distant. you can’t even remember what it really felt like, but your mind tells you it exists.
‘home’ is a concept i’m still in the process of figuring out. at the moment i believe it is the place, or state of mind rather, where i feel most whole. the great thing about that is ‘home’ moves as i move. because of the extraordinary love of my family, my friends, and my Father, my heart is full. i feel whole, even when that reality seems like a dream. my heart tells me it exists. and i’m home. the uncomfortable and the unknown aren’t quite as daunting.
the world opens up for discovery.