THE PLACE

blog post by junocharmed

The place, I know a place. This place has always felt like home. It is known to be comforting, dark and quiet. Quite busy with the clutter of the walls that fill up every inch of this place. In this space I am surrounded by every single word I’ve ever heard or belief I’ve ever thought up. The walls are like a museum or an antique store in the middle of a butt fuck city in nowhere kansas with the population of 989 people. Who knew that I would feel such a connection to this place. I write about it because I know it well. It’s the space that has kept me tied to the beliefs that are leading me nowhere good. The ones that want me to escape to leave and find a new place. This home that can’t fit this growing soul no more. I am ready to see the world I tell the place, I can no longer stay in this four wall cage that you call home. Yes, I know you love this city but you are called to see something new, somewhere miles and miles away from the place you call your “home”. The mind stays quite thinking as if not say “why do you want to leave this place of comfort, this place of solace, it’s always been your home! Your safe haven, your security blanket” . I respond with “I have so much space to fill, there is no more room on these walls to fill with the vision I see for myself. I need more space, something that can’t be contained in the space of four walls”. It may sound silly but I want to explore countries in Latin America. Brazil ! I want to see Brazil and explore it and live and feel it . There is something so beautiful about it that draws me towards it. I just want to be a free agent and venture out into the world. A resident to nowhere almost, never staying in one place for too long. I want to belong to many different places.

- A.S