It's hard to believe that in just 5 short weeks I will be leaving the comfort and familiar surroundings of my home and venturing forth into the unknown for 2 years, 3 months, and however many days it will take for me to land back on American soil. With a mixture of excitement and disbelief that I am actually on my way to live in Eastern Europe, I am curling back up inside my memories of childhood and trying to discover what part of me has always lived in another place. What is it that makes a person more comfortable away from home? Away from their birthplace...almost like you knew that you never really should have been there in the first place? Is it my wandering soul? That celestial fabric of existence that lived before I reached the current plain that I am living in now? I have been told before that I have an old soul and I believe this with all my heart. I was someplace else before I existed in the here and now.
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