Stayed up late having the sweetest chat with a very old friend. The perfect medicine for the sentimental mood I was in about my hometown. No one understands my heart like the tight community I grew up in. The entire town looked out for me, protected me, supported me, and I've never found that in quite the same way anywhere else. I'm so grateful I had that growing up and I am so grateful to still have that after all these years.
And okay yes I love that my hometown homies always tell me things like that their parents adore me and always ask about me, or that they can't go a single day without someone in town asking about me. Yeah, it's flattering and sweet. Especially after the urban lifestyle low key ate me alive for the past 17 years. (It's been 17 years?!!! What is time even!) My family may be all split up but I still feel like I have a home to go back to. That means a whole lot to me. Communities like this are rare I think, these days, maybe? Of course I didn't notice until living elsewhere.
I feel loved there in exactly the way I crave. Not superficially, not just the idea of me, but for who I am at my core, who I started out as, and who I've always been on the inside. They bring out the best in me, by reminding me where I come from, what I'm made of. My origin is LOVE. My roots give me strength. How can I ever repay my community for the love they have given me? Angels, all of them.
1:26 a.m. - 2022-08-30