Home

Being a part of marching band has somehow helped my desire to be in a fictional land. I'm not entirely sure how. I guess a big part of it that it is has showed me that i can be a part of something bigger and more magnificent than i ever thought possible. Maybe there are no dragons or fairies or magical quests and maybe there's no doctor or sherlock or winchesters, but I have 140 family members and things that bond us. even the people who i hate i love. I can't explain it but I feel connected to everyone who used to be a part of the band and everyone who will ever be. "Its just marching band" and yes it is, but it's so much more. Its growing with people and crying and getting better and being exhausted and blisters and sweat and injuries and love and pain and finding yourself and watching others find themselves and sun burns and tan lines and knee braces and family and.... home. Because home isn't a place it's a feeling. and these people are my home.
The point is that when I'm happy with where I am, which i am, it's easy to be here. Being a part of something as great as that is enough for me. I don't need anything else. Maybe the lesson here is that instead of constantly wishing I was somewhere else or with someone else I should find ways to be happy with where I am. Find things that make me feel happy and complete and purposeful. It's really as easy as finding a place where you feel accepted and loved and where you feel like you belong. Because really, this is my home.