And Sunsets

It feels like I've been away from writing for a while; some much needed time spent at home and the return to an ever-increasingly busy school schedule creates for some long ass nights, to say the least.

My last night in the house I grew up in was probably last week; my parents put our house up for sale a while ago and things are starting to pick up. My room is hotel clean and didn't really feel like it was mine anymore. The house is devoid of all things that say a family is living here; my parents did a great job getting it ready for market. I will miss this house and all the memories I had growing up there. This was the place that I learned so much about what it means to grow up in Maine.

Home was the place that I would go to spend time in the woods with my dog, exploring and living a childhood that can never truly be captured. I will miss the long summer days of processing wood for the winter reserve with Dad and dog nearby under the apple trees taking respite in its cool shade. I will miss wandering in the woods with Mom and sharing conversation about the future. Home was a great place, and the house provided me with so much, but like anything, life moves on.

This life is not meant to stay stationary, and its not like I'm moving to Cambodia. My parents own another property in the same town that is equally as special and personal. When I was younger, I resisted the move more than anything; I fought my parents will to put the house on the market early for selfish reasons and I regret that to this day. It wasn't right for me to do that, because home is not just a building anymore than it is a field. The people inside are what truly matter more than anything, and I wish I saw that sooner.

It is a little bit sad for me though. It seems like the independence I so longed for ten months ago was suddenly thrust upon me in greater waves than I could ever imagine. Cruise this summer is bound to only increase my liberation even more; I will become the world and adventurous person that I wanted so desperately to be during my childhood, however, I will have to trade the familiar for the foreign.

Who knew growing up is such a crazy horse-ride into a cowboy sunset.

Yehaw.