When your weekend is in the middle of the week, it makes things complicated. I am more proficient at getting tasks completed, but it isn't as much fun as a Saturday/Sunday off duo. Today is my "Friday" even though it is technically a Tuesday and I am ready to get out of work and head home.
Home.. who decides where home is? Is it where you lay your head at night? Is it where your heart is? Your family? A city you reside in? A building you spend the majority of your time in? I don't consider my apartment home, but I constantly call it that. The truth is, I have no clue where my philosophical home is. My parents live in Arkansas with two of my siblings, and I surely don't consider that home. My heart is practically in another country compared to where I am, and I wouldn't want to live there. (Because I feel you should live where your home is) I surely wouldn't consider work my home, I think you should love home with everything you have. I guess I won't really know where home is until I have one. A family, a place that will always bring me happiness and provide comfort for me. Until then, I will be searching for home and happiness. They both come in time I'm told.
Time is another funny thing ... I guess I'll have to update on time another day.
--Ashley
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Sounds like home, for now, should be the faith in your heart that you will find it someday, Ashley.
ReplyDeleteI decide where home is, remember? Love ya, babe.
ReplyDeleteLove you too :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the advice all.
--Ashley