home is not home

so i just got back from vacationing in p.e.i, new brunswick, and quebec. it was a great week, got to spend loads of time with my family and my to-be-brother-in-law. but it's a little funny, because isn't the common thing to go home and begin to reminisce about how good the vacation was, how much you miss it, how much you wish you could go back.

instead, it seemed like i got home to a boring life. i didn't think too much about what had just happened, instead i'm thinking about what to do next. why? i don't know really.

the moment i got home, there were some disagreements, which i will not get into detail with. people seemed to get really discontent with either myself or themselves. i went back to a home of utter chaos, it seems.

i prayed to God about what the heck was happening. why was everyone so uptight all of a sudden, why am i the target of some people's arguments, why are there so many people so insecure about themselves?

i got home friday night, worship practice saturday morning, hung around a bit because a lot of my friends started to show up for a wedding at my church, saturday morning was okay. from there on in, it seemed to become a little heated, i don't know why.

and all of this has sort of caused me to fall in this, dare i say, common modern mindset where i can only think about what to do next. i want to remember my vacation for what it was, but it seems i can't at the moment.

when i remember beauty, i'll let you know.