I often make the mistake of living my life in anticipation of the next trip back home; the next time I will be able to see my closest friends and family. I often choose not to form ties to people and places where I live now because I am still holding on to what is far behind me. I live vicariously through the stories and events of others that are living their lives back home, lives I am no longer apart of outside phone calls and email. I am no longer connected to these people like I once was. The hardest part about being away is that they’re all still deeply connected to each other.
The aforementioned friend that inspired this whole long, long thought train (which if you are still reading, I’m sorry for going on and on and on), put it better than I could: