Home again.

[this picture is from a sweet website.]

I'm home again. 

It's weird to say that because just about a week ago, 

when I arrived in Colorado Springs, I said the same thing. 

But I realized something while I was there: 

Colorado Springs is not my home. 

It's not that I didn't enjoy my stay. 

It was full of ample family time.

I read 2 of my 3 books.

I spent time with friends. 

I wasn't in school. 

But it was strange. 

I found myself using sentences with the word home-

each time in reference to Fort Collins. 

The truth is, I've lived in Fort Collins for 4 years now, and it's home. 

While my family is there, I have few other ties to the place I grew up. 

It's a strange realization, but I am comforted by the fact that 

I am in transition.

Home for me, this time next year, could be completely different.

Or it could be exactly the same. For now, I don't mind not knowing, 

I'm just happy to be home.