seven hundred miles

I have a good life. But I am surprisingly really acquainted with loneliness. In elementary school loneliness was my middle name for three years. And here, in Logan. There are days, most of the days, i don't feel lonely. But the rare days that come, i miss my friends. I guess you do "belong" places, and I also guess I didn't realize that when I actually did belong somewhere I didn't really appreciate it. I'm honestly not trying to be a poo. Haha.  It's just something that I have come to realize recently.
It could be a optimistic thing. It really could! I know that I always have a friend in Christ.. .... I shouldn't take that for granted either.
I also used to think that I would never return to Hurricane Utah. So many things change don't they. Different perspectives up here in Northern Utah. 700 miles away from home.
Maybe it take 700 miles to realize what is the most important to you.
A place to not be lonely.
Security.
Love.
Peace.
Home.
sincerely sierra