There is No Place Like Home

I am back in California. I have been home for a week and it is surprising how fast I fall into old patterns. I drive to the same places, see the same people, eat the same food. It's like I never left. Right? Right... Right??? I'm not sure. I got home, looked in my closet at the clothes I had kept here and cringed. I used to wear THAT? I look in my bathroom and found no toiletries, old crappy make-up, and some really weird bits of jewelry. Things that a year ago I was still attached enough keep, (but not to take with me to college) I now find... useless and unwanted. So I am clearing out. I'm starting fresh. This summer is going to be all about starting fresh! Because home is not fresh. College is fresh, but home can be stagnant. So I'm not letting it be. My new motto is FRESH! Fresh clothes, fresh people, fresh places, fresh food, fresh attitude! Home is the same but I am not and I can feel myself retracing old paths. I say, "No!" to those old paths. They are mind-sets, they are habits, and I'm breaking them. This place has to mean something to me, it does mean something to me. But I can't walk down memory lane every time I set foot out of my house. I have to make new memories, I have to make this place mean something to be in contemporary terms. Maybe this isn't the most cohesive post, but right now I'm still figuring it all out--home wise. Short but sweet.