Home is where the heart is.

I found myself thinking today of how much I didn't want to be here. It wasn't just that I didn't want to be at work, I wanted to be gone. Out of this whole place. But where would I have gone.

I did not abandon my work (although I was not on my A game today); at various points throughout the day I considered where I wanted to be. Home. Where is home? Well, as the title states, where the heart is. So where is my heart?

EG. My hometown will always be special, and I left a piece of my heart there. Some great friends and amazing memories are there. And my family. My crazy family. They made me who I am.

Le Moyne. A sort of obvious choice for anyone who has seen the Sharks hang out. We are one big happy family. The best support network one could ask for. Le Moyne College is probably what made me understand "home."

Pyramid Life Center. Yes, there is a such thing as God Band Camp. I went there, three years in a row. The center centers me; I feel at ease the moment I step out of the car into the parking lot. It's one of those places that hugs you. I know, as if a place could hug. But I swear it does.

Those aren't all of my homes. I have only skimmed the surface. But I should have been to bed long ago.

Currently reading: nothing per se, but I plan to begin Great Expectations as soon as my presentation is all finished. It's one of those books I started for fun, and didn't finish, and now have to start again. I'm excited, though. Hopefully it won't take too long! :)

Listening to: "Everything in it's Own Time" by the Indigo Girls. "What was once your pain will be your home, everything in it's own time."

- Rachel