I've neglected this blog for quite some time now. But it seems I never know how to put all these experiences into proper sentences. Adjusting to home has been easy and difficult at the same time. In some ways I feel like I've never left but when I'm not around my old friends my mind starts wandering towards other things and I start to realize how foreign my surroundings are starting to become. I've started to neglect time with my Father and I feel like I'm relapsing into old habits once again.
Terminal Views
God I need to find some truth in this
I just want to be happy where I'm at
But foxes have holes
Birds have nests
and it seems I have no
place to let my head rest
I'm starting to think that sentiment may hold some truth
When Dublin's sunrise is all I see
So far removed from that rolling midwest view
My life now seems to consist of airport ques
It's ages away in my mind
but the midwest is as close to me as the veins are to my skin
as vital as the heart they pump into
I would kill to feel the cool Illinois breeze
The kind that send leaves blowing end over end
I feel it
Hear it
Beckoning with open palms to lay my luggage at its door
But two days home and my legs get that restless itch
and my mind starts chasing after timezones once more
Each time away I leave with less baggage but with more urgency inside my chest
A stronger outlook towards tomorrow but an even greater love for times before
There is no
no place to lay my head
no other place that has my heart
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