Sometime last week my phone was vibrating next to me and when I looked to see who the phone call was from, it said Eva. It was thoroughly unexpected, but I excitedly answered anyways to a call from a friend far away. She then told me she missed me and said she was sitting at her house with Sascha, Marissa, Heather, September, and Nick. She passed the phone around and everyone told me they loved and missed me.
Tonight Amanda told me that while at a pot luck at Houston St house, she heard almost everyone there mention me at some point, asking someone else if they've heard from me at all, etc. Simultaneous to this conversation, Marissa texted me to ask when I'm coming home. A few minutes later Sascha called me to talk before he went to bed like most nights.
I really only have vague ideas of what my plans are; Where I really want to be, what I want to do "long term". I have so many people I love in so many different places; But not as many in one place as I do in Asheville. Things were never perfect this past year I lived there, but if those people, those phone calls, those words, don't sound like the closest thing I have to "home" right now, I don't know what possibly could.
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