the rules were meant to be broken... right?

So this week I have found myself wondering, how can I push the limits?  I mean, were the rules meant to be broken, or meant to be followed? I guess this depends on the rule and the individual's perspective.  Sometimes there is a thrill involved in testing the limits, but more importantly sometimes you just need to experience life and it's consequences for yourself. Even if that means making mistakes and pushing the set standards. This idea can be put into actions as well as in thought and in the questioning of age old traditions.  If you don't question and push the boundaries of what you have always been told, then how do you know that something is true.  I have made mistakes, like any other person and, like any other person I have figured out that I am not invincible. A painful experience, but true and necessary in life.  I have also had doubts and questions, like any other person. All I am saying is I just think that people need to push life to it's limits sometimes to figure it out. I am so much better and wiser than I have been in the past and I am thankful that finally the blinders are off of my eyes. 

I feel home

"There's no place like home, there's no place like home" said Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz as she clicked her shoes together and wished to be there. Even if home sucks, like Kansas, it is home none the less. Home. Even the mere utterance of the word conjures up emotions and feelings of security, familiarity and refuge.  I have been lucky enough to move every year of my college career. I have found many new experiences and feelings associated with the word home over the past few years as well, not all good ones. (haha) Home is an interesting idea and raises some thought provoking questions. Is it the place where you were born, the place you spent your childhood or the place you live now? Right now home to me is my family house in Pittsboro, NC.  It's where I go to get away from life, a place where time stands still and I can be bored, but most of all it's a place where I can be me.  I hope that someday, sooner rather than later, I can find another place that feels home.  So we've all heard the adage, home is where the heart is. I would say this is true.  Home is not just the place we lay our heads down at night, it is the place where we should be able to let our hair down, and to feel refuge and peace.  Yes, those positive feelings towards home during college have been elusive for years, but maybe they won't always be.