It's interesting to find out about people, especially where they're from, or the journey that led them to be in front of you. I've found this question to be taken for granted more often than not. Do people truly care or is it the superficial icebreaker that allows time to move a bit faster?
Over the course of my journey, I've been forced to deal with past hurts which manifested in the forms of not knowing who I needed to be, wanted to be, in life. The ever changing world of identification, self identification to be more specific.
The world I've found myself living in the most, is between my ears. Though I'm still capable of being extremely outgoing, I've slinked back to where I've always been the most comfortable, the back of the room. The views are typically better from the back, it allows me to see the world in front of me, so easily laid out in an array of colors and at times simply black and white.
I did state that I live in between my ears but that's just my primary residence, my beach home, the place where I reside during some months is where my heart beats. To know me, is not to love me per se but instead wonder. There are those who've made my acquaintance over the years, those who think we're friends, but have zero clue as to where I live both primary and vacation.
People have often asked me, where I want to end up in life, whether that be in USA or Europe somewhere; however, I want to reside where my heart and my head are both at peace. As simple as this might read, there is a complex piece to the thought of peace.
The world has been my oyster and I've found diamonds within places I would never have expected to discover such quality. Life is always better when you do not expect something, but are rewarded with magic. It's as though you fall in love with someone and recall how your first kiss was, hopefully every kiss after has remained as electric or memorable.
In my primary home, I've cataloged each adventure, and in my beach home I've sat and listened to the beating of my heart. My beach home, my heart, doesn't allow too many guests, no AirBnB, or random overnight stays. IF anyone is looking for me, they only need to ask which location they can find me.
The answer will always be the same... I'm here, forever here, quietly, waiting in the back, it's the waiting part that gets to be cumbersome/tiring. The journey will concluded at some point, the lights will turn off and the property will be overtaken by the earth.
Remember, we're all from somewhere and we're all attempting to live within the places we call home. Metaphorically typing, my heart and my head are my places of refuge; at times calm, at times raging storms which beat me down quietly.
This is me, still hopeful that I can be seen by those who matter, those who know where I live.
Just love me...
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