Remember Your Roots
Lately, I’m constantly feeling like I’m digging deep for something to write about whenever I find myself going through my day-to-day motions. I’ve been working hard to save money so that I can travel, but in that process I’ve become stuck in a routine and it’s driving me crazy.
As a seasoned traveler, it’s easy to get caught up in the obsession of discovering somewhere new and seeing as many places as possible. I’ve become so consumed with the need to explore a new place that I forgot a familiar place that’s always been, and always will be, a huge part of my life – my hometown.
Last night I was reminded how instrumental this city, my city, has been in molding me into the person I am today. Even though my soul never felt like it belong there, I always felt at home with the people I shared my time with and I think that’s something worth talking about.
One thing I’ve tried to advocate for in every single post is the importance of the encounters you have, and relationships you form, with the people around you. I’m a firm believer that these relationships can make or break any life experience because I’ve seen it happen time and time again. But I digress.
For the last four years I’ve lived outside of my hometown and due to its location geographically, I must admit that I could count on two hands the number of times I’ve been back. However whenever I have gone back, I’m reminded how fortunate I am to have lived there. I would never have met the people that have become my closest friends and my biggest supporters, and I would have never known what it’s like to have a big family full of people who care about me despite our lack of blood relation.
Even though we grew up in a suburban city where there was nothing to do, we made the best of it by forming these unbreakable bonds of support and friendship. These bonds work today to push all of us to pursue our dreams, no matter how crazy or unattainable they may seem to an outsider. Going back always reminds me that we’re still working towards making our dreams come true and this is something that we’ll always do together no matter how far we drift a part.
These people are the reason I’m writing this post today, and they’re the motivation I need to keep pushing no matter how hard this journey ahead becomes. I feel like this post is long overdue because I can’t thank these people enough for the love and energy they give me time and time again. If you have people like this in your life, never let them go and never forget where you came from. Your hometown will always be a part of who you are, whether you like it or not. Take the time to embrace that and thank the people around you who have been there since day one because they will always be your number one fans.