I've just arrived today to Kirtland, Ohio. I'm now sitting in my father's house, bored already and missing Bowling Green. Sure, being home is kind of nice. You get to see your family and maybe some old friends, and my Dad will pay me to work around the house while I eat all his food. But it isn't really home anymore.
Home doesn't really feel like home anymore. It hasn't for a little while now, but each time I come back it just affirms that all the more. Its more like I'm coming to visit my parents home. Sure this place is comfortable and I know it really well, but its not the place I want to be. Its not my safe haven or my fortress. Its not what I think of when I think, "I want to go home." Not anymore.
My home now is where my community is. All I really have left here is my family and a few old friends who only get together a few times a year anymore. Don't get me wrong, I love all these people, but they are not the folks who are in my daily lives anymore.
We'll see how long I can manage out here. I hope I can break some of these projects up throughout the summer and not be away from home too long at any given time. We'll just have to see.
