It's hard to explain... but I recently returned to where I left, and I feel like such an outsider. I still know my way around, for the most part and I have lots of friends, but there is so much that is different.
I'm so grateful to have so many friends to want and request to hang out with me on my return. It's so enlightening in so many ways. I find myself wondering about those on the sidelines thinking that I should be welcoming them, into the city in which they already live, but whatever.
I drove 14 hours to get here... by myself, but not because I wanted to - because it was something I had to do. I am a little bitter about that, but I am also so honored, grateful and amazed that God could give me the strength to make the trek. Never before has it been so clear, there are people in your life for a season and those in your life for a lifetime. Sometimes family and friends let you down, for some of the most asinine reasons - but you have to be strong enough to pick your self up and keep on trucking.
For me, home is where I feel most comfortable, most secure and most loved. Oddly enough I haven't found it yet (wonder if I'm secretly a nomad). This city hasn't given me those three things, but neither does the place from whence I came. However, oftentimes I feel like a burden here or just a person in-the-way.
So from the bottom of my heart, I want to thank those that welcomed me back to this city and showed me such a good time. I'd like to say something to those that didn't but - I don't have to. :-)
Habitat - MOS DEF
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