*Whistle*...followed by *Taxi!*

Home is where the heart, body and soul belong, and the thoughts about leaving home for a longer period of time are scattered all over the brain. I am excited to leave and grow and spread my wings as New York is my 2nd biggest dream from rock ages. Now, it is more than a dream, it has manifested itself into reality.  For a while I was beyond EXCITED, although now that I am left with a few more days at home am catching the blues. I miss home already and yet am still here. Maybe that is a good thing, maybe when I get there, I won't miss home as much. 

You know what really frightens me? Being forgotten by the people I hold so dear to me or worse me forgetting them.  Distance sort of gives us only two options. 1. You either miss people or 2. you forget people. I'd rather be missed and miss. I pray to God with all the faith in me that everything will work out just perfectly and when the time comes for us to be reunited it will feel like time stood still just for us. 

New York, New York singing my name, you and I are going to be great friends. I guess you can make home anywhere you choose. This is my dream come true, scared like a little girl but not afraid for I trust in the highest power that is God. I will miss the colourfulness, I will miss my car and bed, I will miss my friends immensely, I will miss her and him but I will miss you the most. 

We are young, have no strong commitments or attachments at the moment, so we should live in technicolor and put a 'ding' wherever we choose to go. I am ready to live, more now than ever!

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."

-- Mark Twain

Open letter

I have always wanted to live in hotels because I am the queen "lover of things". Waking up to tables filled with breakfast goodies and rolling around in clean white sheets. The cheery good mornings and "some more tea?" followed by late lunches on table set Islands.  That fast enviable wifi that I use so greedily as if it would be lost if I were to shut my laptop even for a minute. Oh what a life! 

Without further ado, I am ready to go home. I know, I know...the irony!  What can I say? I miss my home. I miss the loud noise at the dinner table (we are only four people but we manage to sound like thirteen people and a hen.) I miss watching television with one of us or all acting as the commentator. I miss curling up in my bed watching repeated episodes of friends, that Julissa and Adrienne reality show which by the way I think is extremely unpleasant and the rib cracking Will and Grace. How I miss you Karen!

I am grateful to God that He has given me these hotel days to change my mind on that whole highlife lifestyle. As of tonight, I do want to live in a house, one that will become a home filled with warmth, love and guaranteed good times. Sorry to my high maintenance side but I think we have grown up a bit. Now that I have found new appreciation for homes, I am going to do some house hunting for when the monies come rushing in. I mean, if I have to get a house it must at least look like a hotel.