I came home last night from my trip from afar,
I visited the big apple
along with the endless possibilities it holds for
lost souls searching the horizon
for meaningful existence.
In a sense I had avoided that city for the
idea of finding myself in a million people
would only warp my character to a harsh misunderstood
failure.
However I trekked on to please my near and dear friends
and to finally tick off another box in my
long list of things to see in life.
Time stands still and moved all to fast
from the flow of life that is burrowed deep beneth the pavement in fast moving carts of metal.
People summoned at the waking sun's light to serve the public with smiles in hopes of a few dollars to feed their family for yet another day.
They surprised me he most.
Their positivity, wither it be by the show they lavish to entertain
or growing into an ideal society where everything has and understands its' place.
It pleasantly surprised me.
The rest of the city was predictable
and shameless
made me question lifes bigger questions, and where as a race on this earth may be heading in the next 50-100 years.
We drove in buses to catch glimpses of things we'd only heard or seen about.
Surreality was high.
things in my hands were indeed taken for granted.
I was glad to see the lights
I was honored to be in a place where it always felt like I was going to bed much too soon.
However when my plane touchdown in the new city I call home,
and the little girl beside sigh out the window a breath i had been longing to say :"home"
And I walked through the doors to my home to be greeted by my orange sunshine feline, over excited puppy and impossibly humane best friend roommate. I had been the happiest I had been in a very long time.
You need to see things you wouldn't off to understand
that those around you and where you are,
is truly the best place in the world.
And that place should be called your
home
