I love returning home. It's nice to feel well-loved and to receive hugs endlessly. My friends back home have so much love to give, and I return with open arms, excitedly and selfishly receiving it. I get picked up and twirled around in long embraces, and I sit on living room floors laughing for hours as my friends make bad jokes and dumb faces and poke fun at each other. I stay up way too late wreaking havoc and going on adventures. My Detroit friends love concerts and will attend them at any cost, and they aren't afraid to be in the center of the crowd. I thrive on their energy.
Back home, I have a family whom I can play Scrabble with every night, a mom I can watch House Hunters with and never get bored, a sister who is hard-working and big-loving, her boyfriend who loves her even more than she loves me, and a dad who can answer any question I could ever think to ask him. I have grandmas who do nothing but serve and share stories of growing up.
It is nice to go home.
On the other hand, the life that has fallen into place for me in Grand Rapids is better and bigger than anything I could ever hope for. My friends here love the outdoors even more than I do. We camp and visit cabins up north and sit outside on nice days. We make a point to see each other on most days, whether that's playing trivia or watching 'How I Met Your Mother' or drinking local beer at one of our favorite bars or going to church or having fall fun or just sitting at a coffee shop doing work like we are now, in this moment. Every one of them is determined and driven and has a huge heart for people. They are doctors and engineers and social workers and nurses and teachers.
Furthermore, I have friends and family all over the world whom I love. How blessed I am to have loved ones I can visit in Chicago, Boston, Portland, Seattle, Florida, India, England, Colorado, Indiana, New York, etc. etc.?
The love I have in my life is the kind that makes my head swell; like that feeling you get when you sit on a back porch with friends on a cold night and inhale the smoke from a cigarette.
This is the kind of love that I want to brag about to everyone I know, and I can't say I'm sorry for being so proud of all the people I have in my life that I love so much.
Back home, I have a family whom I can play Scrabble with every night, a mom I can watch House Hunters with and never get bored, a sister who is hard-working and big-loving, her boyfriend who loves her even more than she loves me, and a dad who can answer any question I could ever think to ask him. I have grandmas who do nothing but serve and share stories of growing up.
It is nice to go home.
On the other hand, the life that has fallen into place for me in Grand Rapids is better and bigger than anything I could ever hope for. My friends here love the outdoors even more than I do. We camp and visit cabins up north and sit outside on nice days. We make a point to see each other on most days, whether that's playing trivia or watching 'How I Met Your Mother' or drinking local beer at one of our favorite bars or going to church or having fall fun or just sitting at a coffee shop doing work like we are now, in this moment. Every one of them is determined and driven and has a huge heart for people. They are doctors and engineers and social workers and nurses and teachers.
Furthermore, I have friends and family all over the world whom I love. How blessed I am to have loved ones I can visit in Chicago, Boston, Portland, Seattle, Florida, India, England, Colorado, Indiana, New York, etc. etc.?
The love I have in my life is the kind that makes my head swell; like that feeling you get when you sit on a back porch with friends on a cold night and inhale the smoke from a cigarette.
This is the kind of love that I want to brag about to everyone I know, and I can't say I'm sorry for being so proud of all the people I have in my life that I love so much.
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