i wrote this back in november at the end of my week of travel. just realized i never actually posted it.

There is nothing quite like sitting in a nearly empty airport with smooth jazz playing…

It’s a little bit like being frozen in time.

There is neither here nor there.

Just waiting.

Patiently.

What I love about traveling:

It gives perspective.

It satisfies that little monster that roams within my soul.

It used to be exciting sights and new smells and tastes.

It has increasingly become the enjoyment of good company and the simplicity of life.

I am blessed.

I am increasingly becoming convinced that home truly is where the heart is.

And my heart does not lie in one physical location--

But in many with many individuals.

I’ve never lived in St. Louis, but the people make me feel like its my home.

I only spent a few years in Michigan but the people there make it my refuge.

New Jersey has only known my face for 2 years, but the people there will always hold pieces of my heart.

I will never live in a location that fully satisfies.

I will always want more.

But I also am coming to trust that I can always go see a bit more with people that I love.

People aren’t going to leave me.

Friendships do become sweeter with time.

Distance creates depth in those that are worthwhile.

My heart is full…

And looking forward to next time.