psinging, home
Oct. 9th, 2009 11:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wispfoxIt's a little strange to be singing "Urge For Going", and realize that this is the first time I've sung it since I was definitely not going somewhere else. And the reason for this was sitting beside me at the time, so I grabbed his hand kind of abruptly.
I feel a bit like I did in the post where I was originally processing the lack of intention to change my living locations. A little less intensely, a little less immediate. But similar.
I did not choose the place, exactly. But I choose the people. And they define home, far more than a place. _This_ is home. You are home. And you. And many others.
Still, I am wistful. And I idly wonder what could have been. There is always a could have been, though. And what is is very, very good.
Time off between work and school will definitely help with the wanderlust part, even if not the living somewhere else part. (Florida! Southwestern US!)
Also, I haven't been to Psinging in _far_ too long.
I feel a bit like I did in the post where I was originally processing the lack of intention to change my living locations. A little less intensely, a little less immediate. But similar.
I did not choose the place, exactly. But I choose the people. And they define home, far more than a place. _This_ is home. You are home. And you. And many others.
Still, I am wistful. And I idly wonder what could have been. There is always a could have been, though. And what is is very, very good.
Time off between work and school will definitely help with the wanderlust part, even if not the living somewhere else part. (Florida! Southwestern US!)
Also, I haven't been to Psinging in _far_ too long.
