Home?

Am I at home now? Is this where I call my home? I'm having a hard time with that.

In the last month I traveled cross country from LA to Florida. Two weeks ago I flew to Vegas to celebrate the New Year with family then flew to LA to celebrate life with my Society of BFs, and new ones too.

The New Year was brought in with absolute joy, and if I continue put forth optimism, it can only get better. That's what I have to believe.

This place where I will rest my head tonight, I can always call a home. Yet I yearn for the place I can call "my" home. I want to begin that place where I'm surrounded with treasures that I've collected and have created my own memories too. That's where I'd like to rest at night.

I have a box of treasures sealed in a box in downtown LA. They are safe, but I do wish to dust them.

I have to endure patience a little while longer.