I don’t actually move in for another 6 weeks; I’m piecing it together but I’m already not feeling it. I’ve spent my 21 years living all over this state & not once have I felt at home 🏡 // I have lived in several towns & couch-surfed my way through many more, longing for the homesickness to go away. I have climbed every mountain & explored the hell out of each county, but today (on my 3 1/2 hours drive “home”) it hit me — Massachusetts is not my home 😳 Don’t get me wrong, there’s plenty I love about this place — the diversity, the crazy weather, the fact that with a short drive I can be in the mountains, or at the beach, or even in the heart of the city 🤷🏼♀️ But, when I think of whats keeping me here, I think of my tribe (who is spread across the world — not all here); I think of my work & school, the seasons, sunsets, experiences… — who’s to say I can’t have all of those things elsewhere?
When I knew I’d need to move again back in the Summertime, I struggled & continue to struggle. I’ve put up with a stressful, temporary living situation in the hopes that time would grant me a “home” — I wanted so badly to fill that gap of everlasting homesickness; to find a more permanent living solution. I didn’t find it, but I’m content 🙌🏻 It’ll come one day, or maybe it won’t, maybe I’ll just be a nomad & never settle down anywhere 😂 All I know is that for now, I’ll begin a new chapter on this journey 😉