Home Is Where The Heart Is

I lived in the past for so long, that for a few brief months, I forgot how to live in the present. 

I spent four short months of my live in a small town called Puerto San Carlos, B.C.S., Mexico.  These four months were what I thought was the zenith, climax, high point of my life.  When I left the United States to live in a small palapa roof cabana near Magdalena Bay, I did not have a place that I called "home."  Yes, there was my parent's house that they recently moved into and my college campus, but nothing fit the word "home" to me.  I once told a friend, "Home is where the heart is."  After four months in San Carlos, I came back to the United States.  In next to no time, I discovered that I may have left my heart back in San Carlos. 

The New Year has began and I frequently find myself lost in my own thoughts.  I am realizing that life is a journey to find that one true place to call "home."  I would love to go back to San Carlos right now, but I think I need to find my home here first before I can visit San Carlos.  Therefore, I am applying to dozens of jobs and I am planning on traveling as often as possible when I graduate in May 2010.  I adopted a puppy over the summer, Jake Baja.  Even though at times I feel he holds me back from applying to certain jobs or living in different countries, it is nice to know that I will always have a companion with me on this journey.  Plus, he makes me smile so effortlessly.

It has snowed like never before on my college campus.  I have been snowed in with my friends and have loved every second.  We have laughed together, relaxed, watched movies, played guitar and sang duets, enjoyed a few beers, and we have simply talked to one another.  I woke up this morning and found myself in a winter wonderland.  I took in a deep pure breath of happiness and smiled.  I believe this is going to be an amazing last semester...and an amazing journey.