A stranger in my own home.
A few weeks ago I got to be in one of my good friends wedding which required that I fly to Oklahoma for a few days.
I enjoyed seeing a bunch of familiar faces but while there I felt like a tourist, the entire time!
Every building that I drove by looked out of place.
Every intersection that I sat in felt odd.
The landscape even felt as though there was something wrong or missing.
I continued to ask myself, “How is it that I feel like a stranger in a place that I’ve lived my entire adult life?”
At times I would be lost (direction wise) while in the car on streets that I used to run just a few months ago.
The only conclusion that I’ve come up with so far is the fact is that “home” was never really “home” for me but purgatory.
I’m sitting in my home right now thinking about what I need to do to start the process of achieving the goals that I’ve set for myself.
I’ve dreamt it, planned it now it’s time to execute, in my new “home.”