Every once in a while I think, with much astonishment, “I’m in Italy!” Sometimes I feel so much myself that I forget I am somewhere that is NOT home. Yes, I miss my Phil and my friends and my family, and I really miss my apartment, and no, I do not feel like I live here, but...All this, all this traveling, all this walking, all this tasting of a different country for a few months, all this is just ME being me. And I am whoever I am wherever I am.
Another realization that it is ME that is home. So I want to make sure that I am who I want to be where I am. The locations can change much more easily J
Seems like that is the point of life. I’ll ask Mary Stancavage. She’ll know J
2 comments:
Fantastic. I feel the same way. xoxoxo
wherever you go, there you are. ;-)
... though some "wheres" are definitely nicer to be in than others.
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