Soon I will be heading
home.
I’ve now had time to
travel, to unwind, and to see more about myself than I could whilst I was
wrapped up in the mire that was my day to day.
So I’m heading home.
Where is it?
What is it?
What is home?
Fuck, I’m not an
expert by any means, but….
Are far as I can tell
from what I’ve experienced, it’s not the bricks and mortar, it’s the warmth
that you feel when you are amongst your own, your friends, your family.
Home is anywhere and it’s
everywhere.
It’s wherever you are
among the people that matter to you. The people that don’t judge you.
The people that know
you, and love you, because of, and despite of, who you are.
So I’m heading home.
Home to those who matter, but with a heavy heart, away from others that also
do, but my home will always be with all of them.
I hope for them it
will also always be so, with me.
There is a big world
out there, and I know with a smile that there are many homes out there and many
friends.
I’ve learnt that I
shouldn’t feel let down when my expectations of friendship are not achieved.
Everyone has his or her own needs and wants. If they haven’t matched mine, then
who am I to say that’s wrong?
How many times have I
let people down despite not knowing what they expected? Who knows? Nobody can
read the mind of others.
As the song says, my
heart is like an open book, for the whole world to read.
There will always be
those that can’t read between the lines, who just don’t get me, but I shall not
miss them. It’s not for me to blame them either; all I can do is be me, and the
best me I can. For there will always be those who can read between the lines of
what makes me, and with them, I will always be home.
