I can be happy anywhere.

For this Thanksgiving, I went to visit my family in the East Coast. I haven't seen them for years, so I was a bit nervous. Actually, let me take that back, I was very nervous. I was completely unsure of how it would be. My "family" also isn't technically related to me. My father and my "uncle" meet when they were 7. Since then, they were inseparable. Because of that, his family has always been family to me. My father passed away when I was 13, but it still applies to this day. 

I currently live in the South, which I don't mind. I've created a life for myself there and I'm finally fitting in. Albeit, a part of me longs to live in my home again. 

My friends and family in the South joked that I would want to stay here. I honestly thought I might as well. Now I realize, I can be happy anywhere. Damn, does that feel good. 

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