Again, The Road

Travel is an integral part of me. a spice of my life for certain. if there's a chance to go somewhere and do something there, i'm probably down for it. it's probably just an effect of having the restless heart that i've got. no problems with that per se, it's just i'm not the biggest fan of being so impatient with where i currently am. but that's okay. and it's another story.

the road. oh, yes, the road. is it an escape or is it adventure? it certainly used to be both, and sometimes still is. however, i'm pretty content with where i am for the moment, but i know it's my thing to rove. to roam. to travel. that's why i do it. whether it be to college station, to austin, to denton, to waco, to houston (hahaha), to oklahoma, to california, to the hills, to (God forbid) hunstville, to a hotel, to my house, into nature, to the sea, to england, or even to india, it's written in my nature. that's nice, because i love it so. this weekend the road's taking me to waco. i love revisiting past chapters and facets of my life. camp buckner is one such thing and i do love many of the people i came to know and depend on while there. the 1337 cats from school are the same way, as is my family, and the heights kids who have endlessly blessed my life. sometimes, it seems, the journey is just as much the people as it is the trip and the destination. i guess that's why i travel alone a lot. but honestly, i'm not that big a fan of driving for hours by myself. 'o travelling companion, where art thou? ...no, it's okay. you'll be found eventually. there are many people that i carry for a little while on my travels, and i'm thankful for tagging along for a bit of their personal endeavors along the road of life. i click on the cruise control and He takes me where He takes me. i would love to be the kind of person who travels the road and makes many beneficial stops along the way, helping whoever, giving a ride to the occasional hitch-hiker (should this be done? i hate that we must live where so much fear has taken hold of this concept), and just taking some time to revel in the beauty God has placed in creation and in life.
so hop on in, put on some great music, pop on the cruise control, and head on out towards your destination. there's something there, but there's a bit along the way, as well. love the life you're given!! do what you need to, but take time. take time to enjoy this life and bless others. because you yourself are pretty blessed, aren't you? can't disagree there. i love it and i love you and hope we might run into eachother on one of these fantastic travels.

hit the road. :)

You Can Never Go Home, But Can Home Go... You?

...i heard that saying once, and at first i didn't think much of it. after pondering on it a while, i realized the horrific truth of it all: you really can't do it. yeah. that was around two years ago, i'm sure. moving right along. i've been find with not having "home" as i've made home more of a feeling that's inside of me and the people and things that i love. the fluid aspect of home has kept me sane many a time as those people have come through and always shown me what home and love are. God blessed me with this intricate web of people that i love to catch me when the little world in my head comes crashing down whenever it may choose to do that. to you folks who've been there, you may or may not know who you are, thank you and i love you, you are home.
...but another thing that's always haunted my mind is that there is always going to be a physical place that you'll want to call home. i have this place located at 1960 eastpark drive in richardson, texas. or do i? it seems that this year's a lot about that place becoming much less my home, which was something that i thought i already had hammered down. my family moved from garland to richardson about a month after i moved out. so eastpark was never meant to be my "home" but it definitely became that... my family is there for one thing, and having ibu down the street made it a rather enticing home as well. eventually, my dear friends dusek, caroline, and travis also made this place my home, by being near and visiting. i was unknowingly recreating a physical safe haven for myself. a sure setup for disaster.
my sister is engaged to be married. this is great news but it means she's not here much longer. what's home without a sister? my cousin brent has moved into my room. i love brent and don't mind that it's him in my room, it's just.......... what's home without a room? and on saturday, our fluffy white delinquent shelby left us to live with an elderly lady. what's home without your dog? so, in hindsight, i let "home" become a physical place again, and it's being deconstructed. this may spark a "going home" pilgrimage for me, i know i want it to. i don't ever have the means, but i always want to travel out to visit you. and also to visit you. and definitely you two. and you, and you, and you. and you, but come on, that's a hella long ways off, let's be real for now. ha, let's get back to what i ways saying.
or maybe not. i think i'm done. i'm just saying, God always has a ton to teach us even if it's in a field where we think we have things covered. also, if yoou ask Him to change things, get ready for it child... He'll probably do it and we're rarely ready for those things. God is great, i am weak but i'm working on it, and He's working on me, and these the changing of times are times to be treasured. i love you. and You.

'O Welcome to Such a Thing

I feel like there's nothing for me on the shores of a land that was the old xanga. i've got supposedly different thoughts to convey nowadays and may very well display them here. i may get creative on you. i may not. we'll see where this goes.

adieu.

~Drew