So back in November I had a revelation with the help of a little Edward Sharpe. "home is wherever I'm with you". It made me realize that it's MY responsibility to make friends. To get out there. To make my house a home. Nobody is going to do it for me, nor should they have to. I'm a grown up. So I've had this amazing realization and have done nothing with it. I'm still the same shy lonely girl I was before my revelation. Home is here. Home is wherever I am. It's true but it's not. There's something to be said about familiarity. About friends that know what you're thinking before you have even thought it. About having someone to go shopping with that will be brutally honest with you about your ensemble choice and make you better with their knowledge. I have been blessed to have the most amazing friends. Some have been with me since we were kids, literally little knobby kneed 12 year olds. Yet others have only entered my life as adults. Others have been in my life for years, but we only became super close right before my family embarked on a journey to doctor-hood. It's interesting, to say the least, to reflect on my life and how I've been blessed with people that are supposed to be in my life. So while home is wherever I am, Dorothy said it right when she said "there's no place like home."
I'm feeling homesick and nostalgic. Homesick for a simple life. For old friends. For friends that know me better than I know myself.
Woe is me. I'll get over it. I always do and I will make friends and they'll know me. I will make this my home.
And for your viewing pleasure: (watch this video y'all)