I sit here writing this in the playroom at Jay and Karen's. Quin is off to bed and the nightly ritual of toggling off brushing teeth and stories has commenced.
I worked today and met Jay and Quin for dinner and came over here to bond.
I miss this place, it did feel like home to me.
My life is so great, but I must admit that sometimes I feel homeless. I love where I live (although I am moving this weekend - something that does not come easily for me honestly), but I do not really feel a sense of belonging like when I lived with my Mom or with Jay and Karen. I do hope that changes.
I am so lucky to have the love in my life that I do, but I sometimes long for the home I have in my heart to come to fruition.
I admit that maybe that is a naive creation, I do not think so, but I will admit it could be.
Sometimes what I thought life would be is dramatically different than what it actually is.
But, tonight, I sing a song from the depths of me ushering in a home, a place where I KNOW I belong, a sense of knowing I am in my right place.
Perhaps when I least expect it, I shall find it.
Who knows, but I thought that I would share with you the musings of my spirit.
Always,
Dustin
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