As a kid, home was never a peaceful place. Even when things were good, I lived in constant fear that I would do something to set off my dad's anger.
The day I married Larry (ex #1), I cried in the bathroom for hours. I wanted to go home, but I didn't know where that was... I wanted to get away from him, but knew I was now eternally joined to this man who didn't love or care for me in the least.
My whole life, I have wanted a home, and felt confused that I couldn't find one.
I hoped that when I died, I'd find home there.
As I left Germany yesterday, something felt different.
I am excited to be HOME. United States. Utah. My house. My room. My cat. The horses.
A place that I feel safe and happy and good. I didn't know this feeling was possible in this life.