sneaky weeky

there are times when a place just feels right... like it's a good place to be and you feel comfortable even within the unsureness of the "new" feeling.

i wonder if i'm getting this across clearly.

...knowing me, probably not.

anyway, once i get too comfortable in a place i think i have tendencies to forget myself there. lose myself, i suppose, but not really.

but i do love it when i discover these places.

maybe i have some innate nesting tendencies? or just a desire to call something (some place) my own.

just because i hate the feeling of not being "home". they say home is where your heart is... but i think, for me, "home" is where i let myself go. or... let my guards down and tend not to be so alert.

is that the same thing?

maybe..., but that's what i think.