this little piggy went home

hiya peeps

recently i've been thinking

but what else is new?

i care too much about what people think

and one thing that i think too much about is my home

in my heart, i have 1, 2, 3 homes

but what other people see...it is not so

and there are many definitions of home



albany, georgia:

- my first boyfriend

- my second family

- an amazing church

i love albany georgia. i may not have many friends who live there, but i have enough. and most times these few people that call me their friends, don't always act like. i honestly understand that people are busy and its totally acceptable to not be able to call me everyday or email me every week or something. but honestly, what does it take to send a text? i mean i'm pretty darn sure they text their other friends and talkt to them more often. i'm not asking for a 3 hour conversation and to tell me everything about their life, but i feel like i'm just a "bench friend". like i'm there when they're bored or when they remember me and wanna talk or something. either way, i still love these people and just wish they understand how i see friends and that its a two way street. i cannot till the next time i see them



senatobia, mississppi

- my grandparents

- their church where everyone knows me

- my first job

- my first car

this will ALWAYS be a home to me...because for my whole life i've ended up coming back here. my grandparents are two of the most amazing people i know. i love senatobia. being a town with about 7,000 (+/-) people its just lovely. i dont have many friends there and thats the only thing i do not like about it. people have accepted me and it seemed like they tolerated me, but no one really connnected with me. and i will take some of the blame because i'm a little shy at the beginning, but i dont like putting myself in a situation where people may not want me there. i love the church and the people in it, because it is a family...literally i might be related to half the people in there in some way or another



quito, ecuador

- my best friends

- my sisters

- learned the most about myself

- had a better relationship with Christ

now some people may be able to argue with me that this is not my home. because i've only lived there 2 years and they lived there for their whole lives it could be more of their home than mine, but i'm not gonna argue.

"home is where the heart is" and if that is true, my home is in quito, ecuador. no matter how long i lived there, i love that place, maybe more than anywhere else i've ever been. i made the best friends there and even though i may not keep in touch with all of them, i know that t of those girls will always be there for me and will never leave my side. things seemed to have gotten much better here than anywhere else. quito has seen my ups and my downs and might know pretty much everything about me. it is my home.



apart from that first saying, i've also heard "home is where the suitcase is" and in that case, i have a home in flowood, ms; madison, ms; senatobia, ms; quito, ecuador and of course, my car. so i dont care what you think. i have many homes because of what i've learned about myself, about others and about Christ. it depends on the friends i've made and how welcome i feel in that place. so you can argue with me all you want, and because i'm paranoid i'm pretty sure you wont argue at all, but i love my homes. and i cannot wait to get back to all of them



i take a bow

thank you and goodnight