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I never let myself get close to London, mainly due to the fact that I always knew that I would end up back in America. The truth of the matter is the ‘home’ feeling I get is because of people, not because of the place. I have ties with my best friend here and have been seeing quite a few other…
As someone who has traveled a lot and lived across continents and cultures, I think the people are definitely what makes a place feel like home. I have returned to places where I used to live, and sometimes it wasn’t the same because the people who I connected with there had moved on. I will always be at home wherever my family is, but part of building a new home and a new life is finding and connecting with the people there who will make it feel like that is where you belong.
About me
I am just another kid trying to find his place, but four lang of thousands of miles, 4.20 languages, twenty odd years, and several guitars later, I still don't know where that is. But I will keep searching, and maybe I'll start getting an idea. This coil is just brimming with wanderlust. Nomad. Vagabond. Call me what you will.
This here is my little fledgling blog. Equal parts punching bag, confessional, and exhibit, but all thoughtspace. I'm gonna try to play around with layout and content until something works. I've never had one, so we'll see how this experiment goes.
