Home
Every time I turn on my radio I hear a song about going home.
Going home where?
They say that home is where your heart is. The problem is where my heart is I can not go. The place I live has never felt like home. What is a girl to do?
I drove by the place that I thought I would always call home, but it did not look like home anymore.
I feel like I am stuck in a time warp. I can not go forward and I can not go back. I am stuck, and I do not know what to do.
Every place I go I feel like I do not belong. I search every day for the place I want to be. Hopefuly, one of these days I will find where I belong.
So is all of this really about a home, or going home, or building a home. No, I really believe it is about life.
My life is also stuck in a time warp. You get sucked in by the big black whole, you did yourself out and then fall back in. How many times are you supposed to climb back to the top, before you run out of the strength to do it?
Every time I fall I climb out and swear never to fall again. I do fall. Sometimes, it is by my own doing and sometimes I get a little push.
The last time I felt a big push. I am slowly clawing my way out, but this time I have to stop because I am getting tired. I am tired of the climb.
This time I have promised myself that every inch I climb I am not coming back again. This is a promise I intend to keep. I fully intend on reaching the top of the mountain this time.
I intend on getting rid of the things or people in my life that help me with the push. Of course, I can do it. I always have. Sometimes I did have help, but mostly I did it all alone.
You see I that is the story of my life. I have walked the path mostly alone. This time I am choosing the path that takes me home.
Home. That is where I want to go. Everyone deserves a home, even me. Even though I do not know where home is I intend of finding out.
Posted by dkern11191964
at 7:01 PM EDT