“You have to go,” I reply. “If you stay, Thomas will find out that I have left the palace. He will start the search for me sooner rather than later.”
Joel drops my hand and his shoulders sink with disappointment. I know he thinks this is a bad idea, but it is the only idea that I have. If there were another way to keep Thomas off my trail without causing bloodshed I would take it. But as of now, this is the best option we have.
“You know the plan, Joel. I know it isn’t ideal and it is a lot to ask of you but…” He interrupts before I can finish my sentence.
“It isn’t a lot. Angel would want me to keep you safe. She died trying to protect you. She would want me to carry her mantle.” He pauses, closes his eyes, and takes a deep breathe before taking a determined stride towards the front door. “So that’s what I intend to do. I will call you if anything comes up. I don’t know how often I will be able to check in.”
“I’ll be fine.” After embracing him in a reassuring hug, he finally leaves. I lock the many locks on the heavy door and look around my small apartment. It is bigger than the room that I once shared with Ronan at the youth hostel in Los Angeles.
A small wooden table, big enough for two to sit comfortably, separates the adjoined living room and kitchen. The vase of pink hydrangeas on the table makes me smile. Joel was able to buy a television that I had set atop a mid-sized book shelf. Although it is not lavish, I find my place to be very homey. For the first time in a long time, I feel a sense of peace wash over me. Finally, I feel like I am home.
—-An excerpt from Forsaken: Book Two of the Sanctorian Series—-
The definition above sums up the feeling of home. Secure. Happy. Refuge.
Home is a feeling, not a place.
Home is where you escape the troubles of everyday life. Home is a place of your creation. In the excerpt above, Lyla states that she feels a sense of peace. Lyla grew up surrounded by a world at war. She didn’t experience the typical “family” life as a child. Younger than all of her siblings, and raised on world that was not of her origin, Lyla was alone. Her life was full of struggles. Only when she separated herself from those struggles was she able to find her home. It wasn’t much, being a one bedroom apartment, but it was hers. Her place of peace.
Where is your home? Is it peaceful? Do you feel safe and secure? Are you happy when you are home? If you answered no to any of these questions, I urge you to reevaluation your circumstances. If there are things you can change, then change them. If not, make yourself a goal and work towards it.
Not everyone has a happy home. Not everyone can feel safe and secure when they are at home. But you have a choice. Life is riddled with choices. Stay in the situation you are in or change your situation. There is no perfect life. No universal answer. Continue to strive to find your own peace and happiness. Change what you can. Accept what you can’t.
Take the bull by the horns, and steer him in the direction you want to go rather than just hanging on for the ride.
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