Remember, Remember…
Tuesday, November 7th, 2006If traveling has taught me one thing it is this, no matter how far you go you still bring you with you. This can be both a good and bad thing. When people ask me if I miss home my response is always mixed. Of course I miss my family and friends. I love my roots and the history I have with wonderful people. At times I intensely miss those people and the blessing of having to say very little to get myself understood. It’s a comforting familiarity. At the same time, I can’t deny that I was feeling very restless the last year I was at home and I knew that I needed to get away for awhile. There’s something very liberating about being in a new place where no one knows you.
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