you know what's weird to think about? Leaving home in 11 days. I had this discussion with some of my friends leaving to different corners of Texas yesterday, and it got me thinking:
What is home anyway?
I mean for most people it's probably where you grew up, and where you're family is, but when does it change? When does somewhere else become you're home?
I think home is less of where your family is and more of where you feel happiest. Like when I move off in 11 days, I don't feel like I'm leaving home, I feel like I'm going home. I feel like I'm going to be incredibly happy in Boston. I'll miss my family, sure, but I'll come to visit them. I'll go visit my family, but my home will be in Massachusetts now. Thoughts anyone?
P.S. Hurricane Eduardo came in this morning. For those unfamiliar with Texas Geography, I live pretty close to Galveston, which was right in the middle of the projected path, but Eduardo didn't even make it to Hurricane status. It was Tropical Storm Eduardo (that's a lot like being the 5th string linebacker on the crappiest football team in existence.) It's barely even rained here, it's pretty lame.