Home.

There's this great quote from Juno, towards the end of the movie, after all the craziness has gone down, where she pulls up to her home, picks and smells a purple crocus, and narrates something to the extent of: "I never realize how much I love home until I've been somewhere really different for a long time." I've been a lot of different places lately, and I'm now home for the first time since the day after Christmas. But I could say I'm home for the first time in years for how much I've changed, and for how much I've regained. I haven't been home and feeling this internal and boundless joy for so many, many years. I'm listening to Noah Gundersen right now, and the line just went by, "Settle down, young boy, relax, and settle down, young boy, get that load off your back..." Oh the loads I've carried. I don't know why I did it.
I love my home. It's not perfect, it's not the best home ever, but it's my home, and I love it. I love that I got to go to church with Grandma tonight. I love that I get to play Ultimate with my friends tomorrow afternoon. I love that the wind is blowing on my face from my open window. I love that Sunday I'll be in church with a hundred people that I love and who love me. I love that I get to spend Easter with my extended family, eating a big meal and goofing off with the cousins. I love that I was able to chill with my parents all day today. I love that I got to hang out with my brother and his awesome fiancee last night. I love that I'm making very few plans for this weekend so that I can just go with the flow and see where the winds take me. I love that everything I smell here is familiar and close to my heart - every time I walk into a room or a familiar building. It's all a part of me, and I accept and cherish that, whatever may have happened there, the good and the bad.
So those are my reflections for now. I'll be back on Facebook after Sunday, and chances are that this blog will fall into disarray. But what of it, it's just a fun outlet to be poetic in my prose. It's been a good 40+ days. I can't say that not being on Facebook "changed" me. I can't say that it dramatically altered my perspectives on life. But it did make me aware of how much time I spend on it, or waste on it, and how much others are relying and relaying on it more and more.
Me, I like writing letters. :)

Love,
Jay