You’re used to the way your bed fits in your room, the weird quirks of the microwave and the neighbors surrounding you.
You’re used to the neighbors and the dog that is constantly barking.
And now you want to move somewhere new.
Maybe it’s the memories you have in this town or maybe you’ve just outgrown it’s borders.
Maybe you crave a new lifestyle or different weather.
Maybe you want to move to the mountains or the oceans.
There really is many reasons why you can love your home so much but still want to leave.
I’ve been fighting with this dilemma for a while now.
And to be honest, I don’t know if I want to stay because I’m scared, realizing I could really have some great opportunities here or just terrified of leaving my family.
On the other end, I don’t know if I want to leave because I’m running from something, naive or in love with the idea of starting over in a place I choose as everything I want out of a home.
It’s terrifying and exhilarating.
I have nothing and no one holding me back and that is the beauty and danger of being on your own.
You get to decide exactly what you want to do and it’s a lot of pressure when it comes down to it.
I have 9 months to decide where I’ll go and I don’t have any idea what my decision is yet although I’m leaning.
I’ve wanted to leave for even just a couple years, ever since I was little. I’ve wanted to go anywhere different from where I have been.
I think, but I’m not sure, that it is what I truly need to do. Maybe.
This plan has changed and twisted several times due to people and experiences and that’s okay, but now that I can dwell on me, myself and I, the clock is ticking.
I’ve grown a beautiful cocoon in this place I call home, but I think it may be time for me to spread my wings and fly somewhere else.
After all, I can always fly home.