A place called home
It’s strange how a place becomes a home…how sometimes you simply know that a place is where you belong and you have found your home….other times it sneaks up on you…you’re simply staying in a place…not really considering it home and then all of the sudden you realize that you are a part of the community, that you like where you live, that your apartment or house is now your home….all sorts of things begin to change…maybe one by one maybe all at once….simple things to important things. Your team allegiances to your spot in society to your standing in a community. It’s nice when you finally realize that you have found a home, somewhere to feel at peace, somewhere to belong.
There’s a lot to be said for the peace and calm that you have when you feel like you belong somewhere. When you can look at the bad things people have told you about where you are and honestly say that it’s not that bad…and I honestly like it here anyway. When you can feel comfortable with the people around you and know that you are accepted and able to be yourself.
It’s kind of strange how you can live some place for weeks, months, or even years without considering it home and then just one day it changes…..
Tags: belonging, community, home, peace, Society
Filed under: Life

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