As I watched Andrew Bird play tonight in a giant barn, in a park at the foot of the mountains I felt very deeply and profoundly that I am home. That for the first time in a long time I am settling in for a while. I have lived many places, and traveled many too, but sitting in the audience last night I realized that whatever else I am feeling about all the things in my life - I am feeling at home. It's something I cannot remember feeling in a very, very, long time.
This unadulterated feeling of belonging has been elusive and I've been chasing it. I've found moments of it and parts of it, but underneath something was always a bit skewed. The fit was never just right. Somehow, though, in the last place I'd ever look at the moment I'd given up; I found it.
I have rambled enough to know nothing lasts. But for this moment my heart is full and I am thankful.
This unadulterated feeling of belonging has been elusive and I've been chasing it. I've found moments of it and parts of it, but underneath something was always a bit skewed. The fit was never just right. Somehow, though, in the last place I'd ever look at the moment I'd given up; I found it.
I have rambled enough to know nothing lasts. But for this moment my heart is full and I am thankful.
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