They were right, you know.
It seems like an extension-
An extension of my old home.
I hear words from old heros ring out in new voices.
I feel the same spark of creation I've always lived for.
I grasp the fear and anticipation, and ride the wave I know so well.
I feel at home here, already.
And it's merely day one.
It feels a bit like my life is on repeat-
I mean that in a good way-
Like ceremony, and art and all else.
I see tessellations of past people.
I feel like I swam from a tributary into a bigger river, winding along in the same lovely way.
I'm wearing lipstick again-
Like my first freshmen year.
But I talk in class now.
I fear nothing.
I have faced my share of demons.
And I know I'll have new ones.
But it's like that old quote goes.
And I'm here in a new, yet not new, safe space.
I see strict and silly and sweet.
I see the things that made my old home, my home.
I have passion rejuvenated by just one day.
And I have projects to prevail on already, so I mustn't tell you everything now.
Regardless, it is beautiful!
They support my love for emotions and metaphysical things.
Art is their religion, too.
And this, like my old home, is church.
It is sanctuary.
And though I haven't found my beloveds here, yet-
I know that I will-
Because it seems the love here is strong.
I get to jump right in and swim in their mantra, which is also my own.
'Live What You Love'
And I will.
I shall.
I must.
You know it, dear!
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