let go of the fact that i am currently eating probably the most sugary cereal ever created, and let's just focus on this teleporting thing...lucky looks pretty pumped to be doing it, but i can whole heartedly say i would be twice as excited if i could pull this off. of course, my natural fear of maybe a fly or bug of some sort teleporting with me, and finding a fly hair growing on my body afterwards...that's still there...but, excitement would probably dominate the scene...
how many times this would have come in handy! as of late, i would most DEFINITELY be teleporting to norway...like regularly. wake up in norway, teleport to work in chicago...lunch? maybe meet in australia? sounds great to me :-)
it really would be amazing. general mills needs to give up the goods
all joking aside, the idea of teleporting has been something i've repeatedly come back to probably since college when i moved to colorado. being across the country from everything i had ever known as a home, teleporting home would have pretty much rocked. not only would it have been cheaper, and, of course, COOLER, than a long flight, but it also would have been so wonderful to see my family simply whenever i had the urge.
since i left michigan at 18 years old, i've lived in many places. i lived in rhode island, australia, boulder, vail, denver, and chicago. and i travelled a lot; i went to europe backpacking, to greece, to australia, new zealand, fiji, norway, thailand, and cambodia. i met people all around the country and all over the world. and my idea of "home" changed a lot. at some point during all of this exploring, suddenly michigan didn't really feel like "home" anymore, and i found my heart pulled all around the country and world, to places inhabited by my loved ones thousands of miles from each other.
home is an interesting concept. the statement "home is where the heart is" might seem cheesy, but it is so accurate. my "home" was created by my parents until i left home...and then, as i stepped out into my individual path, i began creating my own home. one experience at a time, my heart created my home.
the evolution of my sense of home, or the pull of my heart, could probably be charted with my obsession with teleporting. yes, i know this is ridiculous, and sounds just completely silly, but stay with me here. in college i wanted to teleport to michigan until i fell in love with drew, then i wanted to teleport to san francisco. then i went to australia, and i can't even tell you how many times i wanted to teleport back there after returning. i fell in love with my roommates and friends from australia, and wanted to teleport to new york, wisconsin, boston, norway to see them again. my heart was all over the place...and any feeling of a stable "home" didn't really exist for most of this time in my life.
when i first left colorado for chicago, i missed it SO MUCH. i had lived in colorado for 6 years on my own and had been in one relationship my entire time there, and as i left it, my heart felt like it was literally being ripped out of my chest. i felt homeless more than i ever had before...god, looking back on that, i can almost feel it again. i cried on and off for the entire 2 day 18 hour drive, and, upon arriving, ran right into the bathroom of my new apartment, and cried on the toilet for about 30 minutes before emerging to help my parents bring in my boxes...about 4 days later, i also took out a runner while biking on the lake path in a sullen daze...maybe i thought i could teleport back to colorado if i biked fast enough...??
chicago is an amazing city. and, interestingly, it's the first place i have actually called my home since leaving michigan almost 10 years ago. at first, i couldn't really place it, but i felt strangely "grounded" here. after getting over my initial moving shock, i actually stopped thinking about teleporting when i moved here. don't get me wrong, i still would've LOVED to partake had someone finally invented it, but it didn't seem as needed. i thought maybe it was the city...the lake...? the festivals...? the proximity to my family...? my career...? but none of those really seemed to resonate...what WAS IT?
it wasn't until i truly began considering leaving this city, that i really thoroughly explored this feeling. and i realized it actually is just the exact same concept as what i experienced through my travels; home is where the heart is.
the last 3 years of my life has been completely expansive for me, specifically in my inner world. my heart has grown in ways i never knew were even possible. i entered into myself and actually saw my spirit, and i CREATED my heart's desires in my physical life...and it just so happened that this evolution did not occur for me in any of my earlier residences...it occurred for me while living in chicago.
why is chicago my home? because i manifested my spirit here. how cool is that?!
sure, the lake is awesome, and i love the music, the festivals, my family, my work...but those things don't make this home. I MAKE this home.
so, teleporting...still ROCKS. and maybe even more so now that i understand that the beauty of love in my life from people around the country and world has expanded my concept of home beyond any city lines, physical space, or limited geography. my home goes with me when i seek out those loves :-) i don't have to teleport to find home...but, instead, i can teleport to share my home with those i love :-)
so, as my sugar high subsides, and i realize i have eaten about 4 bowls of lucky charms, i smile at this ridiculous box and feel almost like giggling as i daydream about my crazy obsession with the idea of teleporting. and i smile even more as i realize i am no longer running to find my home outside of me within this dream...but, instead, have discovered my true home within :-)
who knew lucky charms could be so inspiring...?
GREAT article!!! love you!
ReplyDeleteOne of my affirmations that I remind myself of a lot is "home is within me". it makes me feel relaxed and release attachment. As within, so without. :)