I am struggling with a dichotomy in my life. I have a partner, with whom I share a home (currently divided over two states). And I have a Home, that comes with a rich, twisted, obscenely and inappropriately funny group of friends.
I got to see many of those friends this weekend and it did my little heart good. I miss them incredibly all the time, but I forget just how much I miss them until I have gone Home for a visit and am again leaving to come home.
Cryptic? I don’t care. It makes sense to me.
I miss my partner horribly; I wish I had more money so that we could be under the same roof more often (damn it how life has thrown a curveball and currently doesn’t allow us to share a single address).
I miss my chosen Family back Home horribly. It makes me happy that on occasion I get to see them all. It’s hard to not miss the history and camaraderie that we have. I’m thankful for every last one of them. The laughter, the tears, the tears of laughter, the petty squabbles that we've had that we've resolved, the rich, rich history that we share holds a fierce place in my heart.
My Friends have made me who I am today; I wouldn't change that for anything. I am grateful to have them, and that they welcome me back with open arms every time I return Home.
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