I have been feeling displaced all day. I’m not sure what brought this on and I’m not sure what it means exactly but that is the best way to describe this feeling.
It’s not logical, however, feelings often aren’t logical in nature, they just are. I am finding that the warmer weather that Spring is bringing has also brought longings and yearnings that I have been unable to fulfill. I miss my outside.
I enjoy working in the yard, tending my flowers and even mowing the grass. Now that we are living in an apartment I don’t have those things and I miss them terribly. I find that coming home to our apartment doesn’t feel like coming home at all. Some might argue that it doesn’t matter the building in which you dwell as long as you are surrounded by those you love. To a point I agree, in a disagreeing sort of way.
Home is where the heart is, or so the saying goes. Not sure where that leaves me because my heart is sort of left behind in the house we once resided. Not so much the house itself, but that which it represented.
My heart definitely isn’t here in this apartment but my family is so I find myself in a quandary of sorts. I try to bear up and continue on; taking care of my family, being grateful for all that I am blessed with but I do so without much heart. I take comfort in knowing that this in not my forever place and find I need to be reminded of that very thing on a regular basis.
Just needed to share my musings before calling it a day and perhaps get a bit of feedback that I have grown accustomed to while on this blogging journey.