tripping trips

once there was a girl who lived in two places, she traveled between these places often, but mostly only in her head. of course there were advantages to this: never being fully present in the moment often meant less responsibility and certainly far less commitment. it also meant she was treated like an old friend just passing through, which had it's perks. then one year she decidedly chose one place over the other. this was exciting and also sad. so she went for visits. and she always felt at home no matter which place she was in. this felt confusing to her. "but where am i supposed to be?" she often wondered.

then she realized how lucky to feel at home in whatever place she was in. and how fortunate she was to have friends and family to welcome here wherever her return. and how nice to be missed. and finally understanding how being loved is actually home.