A post about feelings.
I like small familiar areas. I like knowing all there is to know about a particular place. Does that make me fearful of the unknown? Maybe.
My family was always tightly-knit. We lived in pretty much the same house the majority of my life…out in the country. I’ve seen that house and that town so much - I know every nook and cranny. Almost every memory I have has some association with that place. I like it that way though. It’s cozy. Somewhere along the way though, people decided that feeling cozy was a bad thing…that you should always keep moving and expanding your horizons. The thing is, it’s not that I don’t understand the value in that…but I just don’t think we’re all built that way. I don’t think that’s a problem either.
I moved to Chicago last summer and immediately became uneasy. I could never learn this place like that…it’s just too damn big. There are some amazing things to experience in Chicago, but it’s a tough place to call home. I suppose any new place is hard to call home when you’re comparing it to some place you spent 26 years of your life at. I honestly think your 20’s are by far the toughest years of your life. It’s the most unstable time, that’s for sure. Unfortunately, I feed off stability but I haven’t had it for years now…you would think I’d be used to it.
This entry has the potential to be very long and is turning into a straight up journal entry. Maybe I should refrain and save anyone who is bored enough to read it. Then again…Tumblr needs some real-talk on it.
