Here I am at yet another AVP site traveling my butt off this summer :)This weekend is Long Beach, Calif., and in order to get here on time, I had to drive from Santa Barbara a day beforehand. Even though we're off next weekend, my parents are coming down to the Orange County Fair, so saving myself time and gas money, I've decided to spend 11 days in Santa Barbara, Long Beach and Costa Mesa.
Other than Manhattan Beach in August, this will probably be my last trip to Southern California for a long time.
Which is odd, because it's the only place I've really been over the past four years. And it's been about 20 days since I was last in Santa Barbara, so when I made my return this time, I felt even more isolated and removed from everything there.
That means, I don't make Los Angeles my home, but I identify with it because that's where I work and all my work friends are located. I don't feel like Alamo is my home, even though it's where I physically reside, because everyone I know and love besides my family is scattered throughout California. And Santa Barbara doesn't seem like home, even though I made it my home for the past four years and someone I love is down there.
I'm kind of going through life in this numb nomadic-type mentality. But I guess that kind of comes with the territory. After all, I do work in 18 different locations in 13 different states over a period of five months. And then I'm moving back to Europe for a year. But I guess this is nothing new for me.
Home is not my physical location, or the physical location of the people I love. So then where is my home?
I guess I still have a lot of growing to do and find out who I really am. Understandably, I'm pretty interested to see how things turn out. Too bad you can't fast-forward through life, even if it does seem that's the pace I've been living it lately.
Other than Manhattan Beach in August, this will probably be my last trip to Southern California for a long time.
Which is odd, because it's the only place I've really been over the past four years. And it's been about 20 days since I was last in Santa Barbara, so when I made my return this time, I felt even more isolated and removed from everything there.
That means, I don't make Los Angeles my home, but I identify with it because that's where I work and all my work friends are located. I don't feel like Alamo is my home, even though it's where I physically reside, because everyone I know and love besides my family is scattered throughout California. And Santa Barbara doesn't seem like home, even though I made it my home for the past four years and someone I love is down there.
I'm kind of going through life in this numb nomadic-type mentality. But I guess that kind of comes with the territory. After all, I do work in 18 different locations in 13 different states over a period of five months. And then I'm moving back to Europe for a year. But I guess this is nothing new for me.
Home is not my physical location, or the physical location of the people I love. So then where is my home?
I guess I still have a lot of growing to do and find out who I really am. Understandably, I'm pretty interested to see how things turn out. Too bad you can't fast-forward through life, even if it does seem that's the pace I've been living it lately.
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