home?

not even a full month of a whole year spent during different times in the same place, but now I feel the strangest of attachments to the DR, to Av. Duarte, the highway that takes us to Esfuerzo. It hit me the first sunday of this year, when on our bumpy way along the road, I wondered what the first week of every year would be like for me after I graduate. It will just be strange and different to not spend time there. To not hang out on the Conde and enjoy they plaza and the team with all of its changes and yet its ethereal sameness in the love, companionship, tension, joy, caring and friendship- but above all, the familiarity of it all. and yes, i mean it in the sense of not only what i know and am used to but also in the blood-like bonds that we share. 

I love what i’m doing, and true the people may come and go, but it’s the feelings and memories that stay. Here’s to finding my ‘calling’ or whatever you want to name it.