For the first time ever in my life I’m excited to be.. making someplace ‘home’

I’m excited to walk through the front door of someplace I am not planning to walk away from.
Ever since I was a kid I’ve been in a perpetual state of leaving, sometimes literally, sometimes only mentally. For the last 10 years I’ve been in this same spot, but always with the objective of moving on, so I never formed attachments.

Suddenly I’m reaching out to my potential neighbors hoping to make friends that we could maybe do barbecues with and they maybe have kids same age as ours who could be friends. I’m looking into movie nights in the park and block parties. I’m thinking about our new ice cream shop and the places I can take our dog. I’m looking Forward to grabbing coffee with my classmates and and getting a feel for my potential employment options. I’m thinking about how often I’ll walk with Kiddo to the library and make chitchat with the clerks. I’m wondering if they have an art gallery. I am thinking about remembering peoples’ names, faces, and what we learn about each other over time through these bite sized moments.

For the first time ever I want.. roots and to be a part of where I am.