Hometown love

I've been back home to New York several times since I moved three years ago; however, this time was different. I was intentional about seeing people I hadn't seen in a few years. I was determined to maintain the connection with those who pour into me so deeply. Though I didn't get to see everybody, I wanted to. I stayed for over a week, which was more draining than I thought.

This visit home was different. This visit broke my heart wide open. I cried so much. Not out of sadness, just emotions destined to come out after a long period of isolation. I forgot what it was like to have a community. To have easy access to people who genuinely love, support, and care about you is a gift. I felt truly blessed and grateful.

Conversely, I realized that if home is where the heart is, New York is no longer it. It's probably because my heart was never in it. Since moving, I never felt like I missed it when I returned. I miss my people, but I don't miss this feeling of chaos and aggression at all. I am meant to live a slower, more peaceful life forever.

I must admit I still haven't found “home” yet, but I believe I am getting closer.

XO,

Kemi