walkabout

The plan was a couch tour for six months, while I saved money for a place of my own.

I'm not complaining about my last roommate, but after years of sharing homes, I had decided that I was done with roomies and all the roomie crap that comes along with sharing a space. The plan was a walkabout of sorts, before settling down alone... (finally) a man.

That was supposed to be the plan.

J^2 was, as always, the hospitable host. She opened up her home and offered her couch to me, despite the knowledge of how weird I can be at times. J^2 was awesome. The couch tour never happened. I never left.

A few weeks ago I took a quick trip back to Kauai. I remember waiting for my flight to Hawaii, thinking how great it was to be heading home. I thought the same thing waiting for my flight back to San Diego. Always heading home... life in limbo can be wonderful at times.

The plan was supposed to be a walkabout before getting settled into a place of my own. I'm not sure if it ever happened, maybe I'm still on walkabout or maybe I'm supposed to stay here.

Wherever, whatever, right now this feels right...

this feels like home.