Heading Home

My bags are packed. I'm heading home. Tomorrow.

That's kinda hard to wrap my head around. And for once, I'm actually excited to be going home. Not that I haven't loved being here, but I'm looking forward to Nebraska. Partially because I really do miss my family, partially because it is one step closer to Chicago at the end of the month.

I had a few hours this afternoon, so after watching a movie, I though I'd get started packing. It took me about twenty minutes to be 97% packed up. Not sure why I thought it was so important to pack today. Now my suitcase is just sitting there, constantly reminding me that I'm leaving.

When I leave a place, I never really miss the physical features of the place. It's always the people that I miss. I've been told that's how it should be.

So that's what I'm dreading. All the partings that will happen tomorrow. Because if I'm honest with myself, I don't think I'll come back to Waco. Last summer I had a feeling I'd be back, this summer that isn't the case. And I am really okay with that. It's been a good summer dwelling place, now it's time to put down some different roots. Maybe not more permanent, but definitely different.

I suppose it's a good thing that the people I will miss the most from Waco won't be in Waco much longer than I will be. They have their own adventures to start living. Lots of moon journeys in the making. I think that's pretty exciting, don't you?

I've told people that I'm envious of the gypsy life. My mother tells me I have a very romantic idea of gypsies, and I suppose I do. But I like the idea of a long life of adventures. Traveling wherever to trade or create or perform, making my home the people I'm with. Makes it easy to find home wherever I go. A feeling of home is something we all are searching for, and if you can find it in the hearts of the ones you love most, then you are always home.

So I guess I'm leaving home to go home. I think that's almost always the case for me.

Until next time, see you at home.