This week I went home, and missed Long Beach soon after departing. I couldn’t help but wonder if that was homesick (in the most mild since of the term)? Im no longer homesick for the place I grew up. Does that mean I found a new home? It inevitably lead me too wonder which place I belong. Here? There? Both? Nether?
I heard once that home is where the heart is. Im not sure I know what that means. I also once heard that people wear their heart on their sleeve. If that’s the case, I did laundry before I left. I wonder if it came out in the wash.
Perhaps home is wherever you make it. Regardless, I don’t think I have made anything in a while. And I don’t feel all that inspired to make anything these days.
