Re post from facebook.

It's been several months since I have last posted something. I figured I never addressed anything in the start of the new year...so perhaps I can scribble something down quick and count it as a late Christmas letter too?

Two Thousand and Nine was an average year I suppose...okay maybe a little less average, but it came and went- thankfully.

I realized something in the transitioning of the New Year...and it seems that Thomas Wolfe sat down next to me and revealed something that I had forgotten. From the excellent read of "Look Homeward, Angel" with its thick layering of the "leaving home" metaphorical dance- that once we leave we can never go back. I think he's right...we can always go back home, but it's just never the way we left it...

One thing I had to acknowledge before moving into 2010, was how much I had physically moved in the past five years. I've hoped from one place, one life, one love, to another. And now that I have been still, for over three years, here in the beautiful NW, I am realizing that I haven't gotten my nitch here yet...and more importantly, wondering if I ever will? I have amazing people in my life here, let that be noted...friends that I see ocasionaly, odd, funny adventures. Laughter. Love. It's dear to my heart.

However, I believe my heart aches from all those that have swayed in and out of my life...leaving impressions and love that will never be forgotten. My life in Eugene, from birth, through chaos, to acceptance. Too Atlanta, hitting the road, arriving into the Peach City with a Tornado warning...Atlanta birthed the woman I am today. She was the place where I did it on my own. I made a family while I was there, and every day my heart tugs at the thought of all those faces. I realized just recently that I am homesick for that time of my life...but even a greater realization, that was just a glimpse of moment in time. I could go right back- and nothing would be the way I left it...

I need to let go of my fear of letting people in...that's what Twenty-Ten and I thought up. I will never have those tangible relationships again, because I have been to scared to do one thing: Just be me...

so- there are three things that i need to do:
1. write.
2. take pictures.
3. share my heart with those i care for.