Category : Diary/Journal

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I looked around the world I am in,  the three bedroom house,  the car in the garage that needs to be fixed,  the beautiful neighborhood with all the really cool people I've met living around me and thought, "Here I am again,  in transition,  moving through this place,  temporary,  a stranger in a strange land."
The arrangement has already been made, and this time next year I will be somewhere else,  a new place,  new neighbors,  a new deal... 
My whole life has been like this. As a mature adult I have come to realize how important stability is,  how critical a sense of permanence in someone's life can be. A girl looks at the room she grew up in and sees traces of the years she has spent there,  a boy, now a man,  who can identify every rock and creek for miles around the place he adventured through his whole life, while I have grown old moving from place to place,  from home to home, and from institution to institution.
I fail in my apathy. You would think I had learned to take it with a grain of salt,  to shrug my shoulders without a care for it,  but something in me yearns to find a place. There are little things and silly things that remind me of places I've been,  people I have met,  stories I can tell from the life I've lived. It is true,  life has a way of bringing us joy and peace no matter what circumstances we find ourselves in,  but there is a place inside of my heart that continues to strived for a place to call my own,  a place where I can finally say,  I'm Home.