“Home is where the heart is.”

The perception of home is a unique proposition as of late. I’m not entirely convinced that my apartment is really a home for me. Instead it feels kind of like a suite at some hotel that you’re always afraid to leave your stuff lying around lest some maintenance/house-keeping person comes in and sees how you live. Perhaps I wouldn’t feel like I’m so far away from home if I felt more welcome down here. A lot of people like to exchange platitudes but don’t go any deeper. Either they don’t care for outside relationships or feel they already have enough friends (hell, I’d take being an acquaintance).

I thought I had gotten over my aversion to social interaction and social ineptitude in college, but it seems like it was just put on hold as of late. I feel very awkward trying to introduce myself to just about anyone and despite a very considered effort on my part its very hard to get anyone to talk to me much less do something outside of the setting we were initially in. This can certainly just be a product of my own awkwardness and strict sense of propriety; something I suppose I’ll have to get over eventually.

In any case… I get to go home in a few days. I’ll be driving into Cuyahoga Falls on Saturday to spend a few days with Theresa and my Mom. On Wednesday afternoon Theresa and I will be heading down to Columbus to have Thanksgiving with my Dad and Sister. Friday I have a wedding rehearsal to be at with the wedding Saturday and I’ll be driving back to NC on Sunday… don’t know when yet. This will be a wonderful trip… and much needed.