"i want to be where your heart is home"

i've been listening to this album a lot this fall. i'm so impressed with it musically, but i also have a fakecrush on Zooey Deschanel.

This weekend i got to come home. at the risk of sounding cliche, there's no place like home sweet home is where the heart is.

i kid.. but all of the cliches are cliches for a reason! it's such a great feeling to walk back into a place that you are loved unconditionally. it's the place where i've done a lot of growing up throughout the years. it's like returning to your roots which is very necessary for a healthy person to do from time to time.

i'm thankful. overwhelmingly so.

-abigail in process.

autumn is preferable.

I've loved getting to be outside a lot this past week. it's been the perfect intro to fall. i can't soak it up enough. i just wish i could pause time before it decides to make a swift, cold exit.

i'm amazed at how quickly the leaves have changed almost without my noticing. it's like i opened my eyes and [surprise!] they are a completely different color.

it's really similar to how i've felt since moving & it's what i needed to happen. i needed my summer leaves to change and eventually fall off of the tree. i needed that swift, orderly change.

but it's good because, like autumn leaves, i can see the beauty that came from really hard times. I can appreciate them and let these old leaves fall because i know that soon new leaves will grow in their place.

"the seasons remind me that i must keep changing"

abigail- in process.

new life.

You know, it's been quite a while since I've blogged anything.

For the past year, all of my writing has been privately journaled and generally not shared. I don't fully know why this is? I think I got caught up in this false illusion that in order to write a blog, one must have a giant following.

This is crap because I think it's been so important to me to have a blog in the past. My thoughts need to be written down and shared in some way, shape, or form.

A lot has happened between my last post and now, but I feel the need to return to my "roots". I love blogging && I need a place to bare my emo side because I can't do this by way of facebook status. Too many people and too many interpretations. It's becoming a public sphere.

I guess what I'm saying is- sometimes I just need to post sad song lyrics without my friend's friend's mom thinking that I'm a depressed 13 year old. understand?

"I don't know what I think until I see myself write"

- Annie Dillard. she was on to something.

-abs. very much still in process.