If you are reading this, you probably know a little something about my life. My dad in Michigan, my mom in Florida, my siblings in New York. And now I am in Paris for 4 months, I expect it will be a very different semester than my life in New York.
In beginning to write this post, I was going to type "I've been away from home for..." but then I started to think...wait, where is my home? I grew up in Michigan, but now 4/5 of my immediate family is no longer there. I stayed with my mom in Florida this summer, a place I had never lived before then. I lived in Chicago on the weekends and for a good part of most summers in Chicago with my aunt and uncle during high school, I miss that family and some of my closest friends are still there. And then there is New York, the place I have made my home the last 3 years. Again my siblings and freshest relationships are there. It's where my watch collection and Betty White memorabilia is in storage at this moment (I brought 4 watches).
It is incredibly hard to have so many important components of my life in so many places, but at the same time I realize how lucky I am to have each one. I guess in traveling now, staying in hostels and with friends until I get my apartment here in Paris next week, I have realized how scattered my life is regardless of where I sleep at night.
I am happy about it. I have people all over, people I trust. I feel loved many places and love them right back. And I'm lucky to have the resources and live in a world where that is possible.
Paris, four months my home. Here we go...
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