Home is where the heart is where the home is. Home is where the heart is. Home is where the home is. Home. Heart. Home. Home. Home.
After several years of adult life, it has sometimes been complicated to figure out exactly where ‘home’ is.
After this visit back to Columbus for the holidays, it hit me just how much I’ve made Texas my home, home. And I don’t want to change or alter that. I’ve been quite fortunate in Texas to have found a life that I can be proud of, and a style I can call my life. Life. Style. Life.
Yet, coming back to Ohio makes me realize that I’m not the only one who has changed/adapted/altered. My siblings are growing older, taller, smarter, and more set in their lives. I’m reminded that our family bond is something that doesn’t happen by accident, but something that takes dedication and hard work to maintain.
Love isn’t something that happens by accident. Love is often mistaken as being a feeling – yet it’s in actions and work that love flourishes and grounds itself. Feelings come and go about in fleeting moments – or depending on how long it’s been since we’ve had a full meal.
“Aaron, you’re willing to risk everything – where you live, money, time, effort – but you aren’t willing to risk your heart/trust.”
Words recently spoken to me that hit home. It gave me a lot to think about, as I realize there are a lot of parts to my life that I keep close to myself, not allowing loved one[s] ‘in’ to that part of my life as I’ve stubbornly thought that it wasn’t their place. It wasn’t until I was prodded by several people to imagine how things could be different if I were to let a loved one into these parts of my life that I realized I had been wrong about a lot of things for several years.
That swim in Indonesia is going to be so much better knowing there’s somebody waiting on the dock for me, rather than just an empty loading zone for boats.
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