Hideous in your familiarity
Obstinate in your ways
My soul longs for elsewhere, but
Ever shall my heart pain me for here...
I arrived home on July 3 from the longest time I have ever been away from home (only about 16 days, but to me, that was a long while). I visited places of beauty beyond my home, and I longed for those places of beauty to be home. Alas, Florida- the Florida I shall leave- is home, and I will have to painfully up-root myself one day.
Spokane, Washington was my first destination. Several members of my youth group and I stayed there before we headed to a camp near Couer D'Alene, Idaho. Both places were beautiful, to me, beyond comparison. Spokane left the impression upon me that it would make a fine place for me to escape and truly become an artist at, and perhaps one day I may do so- perhaps not producing much art, but at least planting artistic seeds in the hardened soil of my being as I would sit upon a bench overlooking the water that ran through it.
Idaho offered a very different place: one where nature was abundant and simplicity was key. I shall always look upon Idaho fondly, for the people I met there- most not Idaho natives themselves, but there nonetheless- where the only people who ever fostered a true sense of family within me. I shall love them always, and especially because of that.
Though my heart was torn from departing such people, I went on vacation with my parents soon after to Tennessee and Virginia and the like. The south, beyond just Florida, is my home, and I enjoy much of it. But, alas, I do not rightly belong there, either: there is too much of a dark, sophisticated complexity in me, quite different than the strife that Southerners face. Strange, for both my parents are purely Southern.
In the end, I still must forge my own path. So be it! I believe it shall work best for me, so long as it is God's will. I do believe I must forge my own path in many situations within my life..