Home

I’m torn, because all of my life people have told me that home is where the heart is
But for the first time in my life, coming home from college to visit the family seemed more like a job than a actual vacation. I realized that "home" was not "home" at all with out the people who made it what it was while you lived here. When I say people I am talking about my 12-20 closet friends from high school who have moved on or moved out of our circle here in NM. They too are like a family. It shocks me to know many of my colleagues who do NOT keep in touch with many peers from high school, when most of my posse is from there. Don't get me wrong I love my family and it was wonderful to see them, but after 48 hours of re-uniting (oh it felt so good) I was felt my time here had reached its end. It's a bittersweet feeling to me to think that I have finally out grown the town where I spent all of my childhood years. But I suppose that's life. We move on, we grow, we learn. This chapter is complete.
