Feeling at Home

I am just so happy to be here.

Here I am being reminded that people can love you simply because you exist and not just because you do anything particularly well or interesting. Because I have struggled with that a lot lately. Struggled with why I have such a long history of disconnected friendships and yet my whole desire in life is to relate and to relate well with people. And more times than not, it feels as though my being is simply not enough. That I am not enough to notice or seek out because I am insignificant to people.

And though family has been an interesting branching of people throughout my lifetime, they have almost always been around and nothing changes that. Sure, there are changes and expectations in familial relationships just as their are in friendships, but you're almost forced to do something about it. It's just nice to be sought after and to be told that you matter through the actions of an invitation and an inclusion and an involvement that is so incredibly normal and everyday.

Kim and Frank and the kids have just had a way of making us feel at home in the last day or so that we've been here. I just wish there were more places I felt like this...