home. it’s been a very nebulous idea for me over the past two years.
i don’t know whether it’s the stars of the great northwest or the cool breeze of cameron highlands.
finally i’ve realized something though. for the past 2 years i’ve gained this obsession with travel. this nomadic hunger to see new things and experience new places. to be honest at first it worried me. i wondered how could i ever have a normal life with these sort of tendencies? today i realized that i’m not looking for constant travel or constant adventure… i’m looking to replace a home that has disappeared. when my mom moved to southeast asia from america and we sold our house of 20-some-years i didn’t want to admit it but i was crushed. what i thought was a natural twenty something drinking habit formed… that one year of binge drinking turned into another year of figuring myself out. and i have, finally.
i’ve found a new home. i don’t plan to be here forever but i plan to make it last and i plan to take what i’ve learned with me. and the one person i’ve gained i trust will come along. family is ever growing but love is very limited. it’s like a card game i learned recently where you can only have one card in your hand at any time. i’ve got the best card and i’m keeping it.