The older you get the more people you meet that change your life. And, as each new person enters the movie reel that is your humdrum day to day, your heart expands a bit further to include him or her. I’m only 21, and already I love so many people that my heart feels full to bursting, and I can only guess at how I’ll feel when I’m at the end of my life, and carrying thousands of names around in it.
Love always has been a double-edged sword, and the older I get - the more people I love - the harder it becomes to see or keep in touch with all of them. There’s no living situation in which I would be able to see all of the people I’ve been lucky enough to meet every single day. Which means that I’m always in a constant state of missing someone/many someones.
And it’s true what they say, home is where the heart is. I used to think [my hometown] would always be home, and in its own way, it is. But in a much broader and greater sense, home is just with the people I love, wherever they may be.
Certain people are home.
There are times when I’m sitting somewhere with someone and everything just clicks, and I feel one hundred percent at home […] the bottom line is that the friends I’ve made over the years always manage to make me feel at home. And it’s sad, because my heart is so spread out. But it’s also incredible, because when I think about it, I have homes all over the world. And I have the greatest homes out there because all the people I love are amazing wonderful people. So I know that no matter where I am I always have a home. And that makes me feel pretty freaking blessed.