I have completed a near 10 months of travel and now I'm back to where I began. It's a funny feeling returning home after months of endless adventure. I have seen so much of the world and have learned the meaning of leaving home only to yearn for my return.I never quite realized how much I would fall in love with Florida, my birth place, after years of only wanting to escape. But, it is no lie, distance makes the heart grow fonder. And the more days I spent away from home, the more I desired to be nearer to my friends, family, and beloved beaches. It is the season to be thankful for everything familiar, to smile and share moments with my best friends. To surf waves I learned on. To soak in the love of all who love me. I feel so blessed that I could end my adventure in the place where I began.
I never understood what it meant 'coming home is the reason for leaving'. But with fresh eyes and a seasoned mind, I get it. I left home because my heart desired distance and now, being home I see that leaving is what caused my heart to appreciate what home is.
