They say home is where the heart is...

Sooo, it's been a while since I've opened up on Blogger once again. I don't like to make excuses for myself, so I won't.

I am home. Well, in Connecticut that is. It was wierd driving down 91 South with my father, listening to NPR and talking about current events and my career yesterday afternoon. Connecticut is such a beautiful state and I definitely missed the greenery being in the desert all summer. It's just not the place for me right now. I have so much baggage here and I had gotten accustomed to not carrying it- being that whenever I do come to CT, it is usally just a passing through type of visit. I don't stay long enough to have to deal with anything. Things with the fam are beginning to unfold on a variety of levels and I feel lost in the wreckage. Whenever I have the opportunity to leave, I'm bouncing. Sounds harsh, but this has become my twisted way of dealing with things, since I was a teenager. When things get crazy, I try and avoid it as much as possible. It has been a way for me to keep my sanity.

I've determined myself to be a nomad in a sense, since I don't really have a true foundation I can call home. Wherever life takes me, whether it be school or work, that's where I'll go, until I can make a home for myself. For now that seems to be Boston, or maybe Paris...who knows?

On a lighter note, I just returned from the NABJ convention in Indianapolis. Once again, it was a great 4 days in professional development and I made important contacts. I was also able to reunite with my photog girlies and we had a good time exploring Indy. There were some unforgettable as well as some very forgettable moments in Indy. Overall though, I'm glad I went and I didn't want to leave to come back here... that's for sure.

It's interesting how much is in a name or a word. "Home" isn't just a dwelling to me. I truly believe it is"where your heart is," where your foundation is, comfort, and some sense of stability. It should be a place you can go back to whenever your life starts to get out of control and you need some sort of neutral ground.

Here's Common's perspective on "Home." It's a little dark, but I feel it.

They say home is where the hate is
My dome is where fate is
I stroll where souls get lost like vegas
Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses
Pray to god that my arms reach the masses
The young smoke grass in grassless jungles
Rubberband together in cashless bundles
We wear struggling chains
Divided only hustle remains
Making sense of it we hustle for change
Revolution ain't a game
It's another name
For life fighting
Someone to stay in they corner like Mike Tyson
Hypes fighting for hits to heighten they hell
Don't he know he only get as high as he fell
Show money becomes bail
Relationships become jail
Children are unheld
I wish love was for sale
Behold the pale
Horse got me trapped like r. kel', I bail and it-

Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again
I'm on my way home
I left three days ago
But no one seems to know I'm gone
Home is where the hatred is
Home is filled with pain and it
Might not be such a bad idea if I never
Never went home again.