I'm just too far, from where you are, I wanna come home.

Home:

relating to or being where one lives or where one's roots are

Ok. Lately I've had a huge problem with this word. Home. Where is my home? When I was in Michigan last semester I would refer to Carlsbad, New Mexico as home. But now that I'm here, I call Kalamazoo home. So I'm faced with this dilemma.

In the words of Pumba from Lion King, "Home is where the rump rests." So I guess at this moment my home is right here, in this computer chair, in Carlsbad, New Mexico. But I don't think this is really home anymore. I love my family and my friends and I've realized that more and more the past couple months. I hate missing them and I love being here with them. But this isn't home. Shoot! The other day I had to search the whole house, top to bottom, to find my Scene It! Disney so that we could play it. It was in a totally different place then where I left it. I couldn't even find a sleeping bag to take with me to our mountain trip this weekend. I had to borrow one of Randee's. So, I don't think this is my home. My room is not my room. The walls are white and the bedding plain. Not covering in pictures and papers and not Tinkerbell. It's not mine. My room simply serves as a place for me to sleep and a place for all our Christmas stuff so the cats didn't break anything. And in a few months, my mom is selling this house and downsizing. It's too big, too hard to keep up with, and too expensive.

I guess I've come to the conclusion that Kalamazoo, Michigan is my home. Billy's there and he has my heart completely and totally. And "Home is where the heart is." I think I've finally moved on from Carlsbad. I've always been "over" Carlsbad and was itching to get out by the end of Sophomore summer but I never really came to terms with the fact that it's not home. My home is Kalamazoo, Michigan with the crazy Dunn Dinners. This doesn't mean that I've replaced anyone from Carlsbad, because that would be just cruel. It just means that this is the next stage in life, I guess. And I'm happy.

"Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest, conjuration."-Charles Dickens