By the light of the moon, I'm coming home.

In just two short weeks, I will be calling the road my home. In all honesty, the word home has lost any sense of meaning to me. I don't know where "home" is. I hope that this experience will bring me clarity and a sense of belonging. Maybe even some peace of mind. The past six months that have transpired have been the hardest, but have shown me the importance of living for what I love and even more importantly, who I love.

I sometimes slow down and look at where I'm at. I miss my friend so much. It always catches up with me when I least expect it to. I suppose that's how it goes though. I can never fully have everything under control. I think that I'm running away from my past, without fully accepting that I am. I suppose that it's just too hard to see my family the way they are, or speak to anyone that held my friend as dearly as I did. It makes me sad that I'm afraid to confront any of it. I'm confident that I'll figure things out though. One of the most important ideas that I've taken from all of this is that life always moves on. Unchallenged, ubiquitous and beautiful. It's been hard for me to grasp that a mother can move on after losing her only son. Or that a wife can still find happiness after her family fractures under the pressure of divorce and alcoholism. It's an inevitable truth though. It always can. I'll find peace.

I hate Ruby Tuesdays. I hate Apple Bees. I hate TGI Fridays. Fuck you.

Oh, and I have a beautiful girlfriend.

Hello, I'm in Deleware.

The last couple days were so nice. I've spent it with someone who is everything I could ever ask for in another person. Nothing is as wonderful as having this reason to come home from the road.

I can't wait to see the country. I want to take in all of the sights and smells, every last bit of it. For some reason I have this romantic draw to the south. I want to see everything I've read about, everything I have imagined in my head. Even though, I'm sure its far from what I've envisioned. It always is.

"This is a poem. A combination of a sentence broken up to form a rhythm . You are a poem. Little pieces of my senses broken up to form an image."

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I woke up happy today. Pleased to be part of everyone and everything.

"You were carved from bone, but your heart, it's just sand, and the wind is gonna scatter it, and cover everything with love."

And then, there was then..

Today was a good day. I'm still feeling an overbearing sense of disappointment from my family and friends. I know that the choice I've made with my life is what I need to do. There's something so amazing about the thought of seeing the country this year. The more that time passes, the less I seem to know where my home is.

I met someone wonderful too. It's so nice to still be able to be surprised by how amazing a person can be. For once in a long while, I woke up happy. I'm so grateful for that..

"and I miss home. and I miss the closets, the windows, the hallways.."