Old Sights 007-010: Just passing through.

Had a queer feeling while I was driving home from a class tonight. It wasn’t anything bad, just something new. So I slowed my thoughts a bit to relish it, and perhaps dig deeper, and I realized that this is the last time I’ll be driving home from a class in this campus. And it’s not that I’ve grown attached to the school, though I know I will miss my professor (a compilation of his “-isms” will be coming soon).

No, it’s not ‘cause I will miss this school, or this place, or anything at all. 

I’ve remained a resident of this small city because I wanted to stay near people I loved. But most of them now also want to leave, looking for a more preferable place. I, myself, cannot call this city my home. Last year, I decided that I will stay in school here because it’s easily affordable. But once I graduate with a degree, I am going to use that and all of my other resources to finally get up and move. 

By the end of this month, I’ve fully graduated. That means I’ve reached the end of my small journey here and will embark in a new, much bigger one. After this, I am finally able to pack up my stuff and with a few stops here and there, I will hopefully find a home- my home. 

Coincidentally, this song by Radical Face began playing on my Pandora. And it couldn’t have fit my odd mood any better. It reminded me of my quest and how far I’ve come in my personal journey. Not only do I feel closer to finding my physical haven, but I’m also feeling closer to finding that home within me. Finding that peace, that awareness of who I truly am.

I believe we’re all in a journey, short ones, planned ones, happy or tragic ones. It could be a physical one, where you travel and find adventures in the world, or a spiritual/emotional one where seek and discover with your inner senses. 

So to me, though I’m not there yet, I can almost hear it playing from a distance- “Welcome home.”