watch the video to this image here: http://vimeo.com/22439234Last year, I lost what had come to embody a sense of home and belonging to me. When everything hurt and nothing made sense, I instantaneously decided to I set myself adrift, cut myself lose from it all and disappear. I needed to be in a place where I didn't know anyone, where there would be no questions, no explanations, no knowing looks, and to make decisions for myself and myself alone. I enjoyed not knowing where I would go next. I loved the liberty that came with it. I loved being temporary.
8 months later, I have arrived in a place where I am starting to reassess values such as family and friendship. I have had plenty of time to think about how much of both I need, how my own actions are reflected in these relationships, and what shape or form I would like them to take. And while again and again I have come to realize that to me, home is not necessarily a place, but manifests itself in the people I surround myself with, I am ready to find a place to call home again. When I left I knew that I would get there one day, and it feels good to have arrived at this point. To have swept clean the floor, put the dustbin out on the street, wiped your dirty hands off on the dirty bottom of your pants and to say "right, so what's next?".
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