Going home...

Home. Isn't that a funny concept? It can be a location but mostly it's a feeling. A feeling of warmth, comfort, ease and relaxation. That's where I'm going. Back to where I can be myself. Back to where I grew up and know that people there understand my sense of humor, the way I form a sentence and the sarcastic way I say and do things. Home is being understood by those around you. Home to me is Brooklyn. Where I lived for most of my life. Where I will go back to one day if it will have me. Where I can wander about and find things and do things and know how to get there and know what I'm doing there.

I don't feel pressured or out of sorts. That's what it is all about. Feeling at home in a place and with yourself. That's home.

Random Thoughts and Progressions

So I'm looking forward to my next few days off. I have come to this point in my life where I revel in the freedom I once longed for. I knew it was in my grasp and I fought hard to get there. Here it is. I feel vindicated. Is that the right word? Validated. Is that the right word?

Time off is a treasured thing. I want to focus my life on how to enjoy it most and maximize the time spent. What a novel concept for me. I still feel like I am contributing to the world at large but still can enjoy the time away doing what inspires me or being creative when I feel I can not be in my job. Some day I will be able to join those things I think. That will be a day when I know I have come to where I want to be.