where is home?

so... i read somewhere that those whose take on life is more inherent on 'realism' or 'reality' tend to lean towards depression.

great.

is that whats been happening?

so... how do i get myself back to being happy (knowing full well, that it is indeed most oftentimes, a choice)...

do i need to be slightly delusional to gain that sense of happy?

searching the scriptures gives a sense of hope. but im not sure about happinness.

i like tea- and reading books- to escape.

distractions. good company. beautiful landscapes. new destinations. makes me happy.

lately. because of so many changes... ive realised that there is joy to be found in the familiar. i think i used to loathe it... because i labelled it unfairly 'boring'. but really... it is comforting.

put it this way... im coming from a place where most recently, the house i grew up in has been completely flattened, demolished. i had a dream about it the other night. it was strange, surreal and frankly... a little unsettling. i think its because the house reminded me so much of my Dad, that to see the house completely gone, and just a pile of dirt, was something similar to looking at a bomb site. That is probably why i am finding it so comforting to visit friend's homes-- people and places that ive known for a long time. Because its familiar. Because... it feels like home.