Home

It's funny, here I call Atlanta "Home" and in Atl I call Washington "Home"... It's weird to feel like there are two places you belong.

I belong here (in Washington) because my family is here, I grew up here, all my long time friends are here, I love it here.

But Atlanta is home too. At least a temporary one. Because I love love love that trailer park, my kindergarten kids, all the kids really... And I love my housemates and their weirdness and the fact that they love me even though they live with me and know many (but not all) of my faults. I love being challenged every day to be like Jesus and to love people more and give more of myself. I love dancing under the disco ball mistletoe and screaming about cockroaches and sitting on the heater because I'm so cold. Everything about my Atl home is so special to me... Although I would be really happy if we got a heating system and I didn't have to sit on the space heaters in the future (thank you God for Tara). I know that in August I am going to feel like I left part of me behind in East Point, GA, and I'll always remember that community.

Anyway, being home is really nice. It's clean and warm and fun to hang out with my siblings and parents. It's nice to get spoiled and to have my mom make me special dinners and buy me things I want. It's good to rest and contemplate and digest the last 4 months.I am actually really excited to move back to Seattle, go to the University of Washington, and live in the city, hopefully with my older siblings.

It also feels a little weird. Culture shock I guess. I miss my students and team.

Also, it's probable that I am making this all sound much more emotional than it is. I am not really distraught. We all know that I am nothing but a emotionless robot with a cold rational mechanical interior. One that speaks in a British accent when I am forced to express my emotions. So imagine this post in Robert Pattinsons voice or something.

The end.