It's been kind of surface-y stuff on here lately. Sometimes it's easy to write more personal stuff ... sometimes it's not. I guess the past several months have been the latter. I'm going to try to write something a bit more meaningful tonight though.

March is a strange month. For me anyways. For the past several years, March has been a time of winding down, preparing for the end of the semester and final exams. I don't have that this year though. If anything, I'm winding up, preparing for my first summer of working. I've grown rather accustomed to my summers of freedom that came along with being a student.

And for some reason, March always seems to be the month that I really start to miss all the places that are 'home' to me. I don't know why it's this month that my heart chooses to miss, really miss, all of the amazing places that I have lived and visited, and the people that I have come to know and cherish. All I know is that it hurts sometimes, and I wish I could be about 10 places at once.

I found this quote somewhere, and it sums up so adequately what I feel:

You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart always will be elsewhere. That is the price that you pay for the richness of loving, and knowing people in more than one place.

-Miriam Adeney-

I identify with that statement completely. So many places are home to me now, that I can never feel entirely at 'home' in any one of them. Each place that I go brings a new sense of what home is - and they're all 'home' to me in entirely different ways, but they're all still home. And I wouldn't trade that for anything.