longing for home

i was weary when i left waco, texas in june of last year. i realised that as soon as i left i would be more or less homeless for a couple of years. chicago for a few months, berlin for four months, chicago again, somewhere for grad school for 2 years.

in some ways this is exciting. to be completely un-tied-down. to do what i please, where i please, when i please.

but now i find myself longing to be settled. to have a place to call home.

i have roots in both chicago and waco. i long to remain there. i really do.

im scared to move to boston. im scared i wont settle. or if i do, in another 2 years i will have to uproot again. at what point does one just settle? to establish a home and a community?

i cannot keep settling and uprooting. it is wearing me down.

i just want a place to call home.

(this photo is in boston, on commonwealth avenue, across the street from boston university)