Wednesday, July 09, 2008


I am home and yet home no longer feels like home. Family still feels like family. And it is awesome hanging out with them - even though there are only a select few here. I have been busy teaching my nephew how to walk, tickling cute tummies and kissing sft cheeks. But this is not home anymore. Maybe it is because I am living out of bags and suitcases. Maybe it is because I only have select stuff here. Maybe they are wrong. Home is not where the heart is but is rather where all of your possessions are. That is pretty sad and somewhat depressing.