Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Home is where the heart is....

Home is where the heart is. I believe that. So what do you do when your heart is with family and friends scattered across the country?

When you feel alone and that the world is crushing  you? when you don't have anyone to hold you in their arms and let you feel them till it passes? You scream, you cry, you rant and rave. You let yourself go crazy and then you let the people you love know how much you care. 

I've found a home in New Orleans, but that doesn't mean I don't ache for the friends I left behind. I have no one to bring me water and tuck me in when I'm sick or to take me out drinking and singing, and ensure I make it home safe. I miss the family I made in Lake Geneva. I miss being able to go to out, talk guys and bitch about work. Most of all I miss you.

3 months down here, and I have found my city, I've meet some great people that are becoming my family here, but they are not and will not ever replace you. whether you call Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, Ohio, Virginia, Pennsylvania,  North and South Carolina, or others home.  

Just know that I love and miss you, always.