Home Sweet Home

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Home.  There’s just something about arriving to it and simply being home.  Don’t get me wrong, I love traveling and I think there are great rewards from plunging oneself into a different culture.  I used to think traveling was about learning and trying out new things, but as my traveling experiences have accumulated I’ve realized it’s more about the opportunity to learn about yourself, what you want out of life and perhaps gain clarity on your path to do so.

Meeting people from all over the world is super exciting and even more if you’ve created unforgettable memories and moments from your trip. To this day I still think about beautiful moments I’ve gained from trips that were years ago.  But traveling isn’t always sunshine and good times.  Anyone who has experienced long term trips can attest to how tiring it is to have to constantly change hotels or hostels.  The room may not be what you expected, the comfort of your bed may be less than ideal, or heck, you just might  not like the area.

During moments such as those, the memories of your home are sure to come to mind.  There’s this pleasant feeling as soon as you walk into your apartment, house, after a trip and you sink into a comfortable, cozy, and happy place.

“Home sweet home,”  a very common quote used I’m sure more times than I can count.  Home, to me, is a place we always feel welcome, comfortable, at peace with ourselves, and just happy and content.

That’s why I think it’s important to create a place we can call home for ourselves. I’m fortunate enough to have two homes.  My house and the house I grew up in, my parent’s house.  Home is our safe zone, home is our secure place away from all of the madness.

For me, my home is my sanctuary castle, and I love coming back to it, especially after long adventures.  I am always changing, evolving through the years, and with every new journey I bring some new things from my travels to further create a place that makes me feel comfortable and at peace with myself.  My home is changing with me, my attitudes, and my views. Creating or going back to a home that will always be pleasant and welcoming to return to has been crucial to my positive development.

Where is your home sweet home?

I write these myself

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Yes I write these myself 

You may not understand what it’s like to give all of yourself

To get inspired in that moment and let it out in that moment

She said, please don’t get offended, I just think you’re an interesting person

We are what we’ve seen and I’ve seen a couple things 

So if you tell me something weak I’ll try my best not to judge 

What ever happened to being tough?

When did we change our mentality and lose sight of resiliency? 

Understand we’re all people and none of us are special

If I lost you with that one you need to widen your vision 

It’s a little fucked up to think about I know 

but take a moment

And do your best to disconnect and then connect in the moment.

This particular piece was inspired by numerous things. When I first started sharing my poetry some of audience would me if I wrote these myself, which is a valid question because you never know nowadays. So I thought I would clear the doubt.  As many writers can attest, inspiration comes in many forms and at random moments. When inspiration presents itself I literally have to stop what I’m doing and jot down the idea or few lines that came to mind, otherwise it’s gone, and that’s not good for anyone.

This poem jumps around a few ideas because it was very much a venting poem to me. I was reflecting on what a couple women had told me, the comments some weak minded men had stated, the lack of “toughness” and resiliencey in this age where everyone’s offended, but also expressing that those who are, aren’t special and we’re all small in the grand picture that is the universe. All we can do is disconnect from what distracts us from being present and reconnect with our present moments.