In life, we are all searching for our home, whether it is love or bricks and a bed. Our hearts yearn for a familiar face, a familiar place. And in such an uncertain time as this, we will look to the thing we call home. We will look to it for comfort, for encouragement. With college approaching quickly, and having to uproot my life, home is becoming such a distant entity. And it's becoming harder and harder to trust a place enough to call it home. I'm scared.
It's becoming just God and me. We are the last ones left, and I'm worried I'll buckle under the pressure...and my half of the battle will fail. The time has come to do the process of change into a man, and grow into my own self. But I question whether I have the strength, and the will, to do such a transformation. Do I have the strength to make difficult decisions, even if the are the best possible options? Do I have the will, the want, to leave a life that I am comfortable in? God only knows, and time will tell.
"I'll move to Rockferry tomorrow
And I'll build my house baby with sorrow
I'll leave my shadow to fall behind
And I wouldn't write to you 'cause I'm not that kind
Not that kind"