At home?

I am at home.  Or am I?  I am in Hill City, at my parents.  It sometimes seems like home, but I always realize it isn’t.  Crosby is where I grew up, where most of my relatives are.  Even though I have a good time, at my parents, I always end up wishing that they still lived in Crosby.  Maybe my priorities have changed.  Anymore, its not where I am at, its who I am with.  Sounds contradictory, doesn’t it?  I guess I just want to be with not just my parents, but with other friends and family.  I think that sometimes I would be just as happy in Aberdeen, with my friends there.  Don’t get me wrong, I don’t  get to see my parents enough as it is, so any opportunity I get with them, I enjoy.  But more and more, my life is way too busy.  So any opportunity I get to relax, and hang out with friends and family, I want to make the most of.  And sometimes, with my parents, it doesn’t seem like that I am maximizing my time.  I think I need to start taking more to relax, so that I can enjoy these times more.