Its not about returning home. Its about feeling it.
There is a difference and its only now, three months into my new life in my old home, that home feels like home.
The man who captured my heart has lost it just as quickly. Someone i had so much faith in let me down and my intuition was mistaken. The man whom i had such faith in turned into just another, or even worse. Someone so dishonest and unreliable, he was not even worth my thoughts. And in one moment i stopped yearning for him and saw him for who he really was.
True beauty shines through and he lacked thereof.
And life is comming along. I find myself waking up in the morning with a smile, bouncing my way through life, serene, calm, full of life and living life, not simply waiting by wondering whats wrong.
I love my job, i love my family, i love my friends and i love my home. I am open to love and couldn't be better.
One of those moments, those feelings of being me that i just want to capture and treasure forever.
