no place like home

I went back to visit my old home in Stony Brook, NY. Very bittersweet indeed. Here are some of the memories I tried to snatch up. 

It's rough feeling like you've left a piece of your heart in so many different locations. It creates a constant sense of anticipation or perhaps a better way to put it is just a lack of peace. I'm in a transitional phase of life. Its awkward and uncomfortable. It's hard being a homebody who doesn't even seem to have a real home. But I accept it as a challenge and adventure. And an adventure it shall continue to be.

When life gives you lemons, you paint that shit gold
-sharon