When was the last time you went home? When was the last time you saw the house you were raised in? When was the last time you step foot in that house and had your dog come rushing to your feet to greet you? When was the last time you woke up from a nap to the room filling aroma of your mothers cooking where nothing else mattered in the world other than watching the sun set behind the mountains?
I have called several places home in the past ten years, Indiana, Florida, and soon to be Colorado, yet I have not returned home since the summer of 2008. This weekend I will be returning for the first time in six years. I am not as excited as I should be. I want to go home, I need to go home. It's time, but it is not all that simple as it seems. I have been avoiding going back home for quite some time now, for many reasons. Leaving Hawaii was one of the hardest things I have ever done but at the same time it let me discover who I really am. Its going to be different seeing the me that I left a while ago.
I have always been interested in visiting other places, experiencing something you could not in Hawaii, and doing things for myself so often that I have forgotten what it is like to be with family or the friends I grew up with. I have grown so disconnected from my upbringings. It makes me uncomfortable to think about it, let alone blog about it. It is time to face reality and start giving back to others than myself. I have a lot of mixed emotions about going home but we all must not forget where we come from. Going home will be hard, but it will be worth it.