home sweet home.

Today I remembered how very much I am sacrificing to do what I love.  I feel so far removed from the people I care about most.  My family.  Tonight, they’re inside a bar in Ohio.  Not drinking or getting dinner.  They’re cleaning and organizing and getting the place in order.  It’s my brother’s new bar.  And as a family, they’re turning it into Brindaliers.  As much as cleaning a restaurant kitchen sounds like an awful way to spend a Saturday night, there isn’t anything I’d rather be doing.  Because they are together.

It’s crazy to think I’ve been living on my own, away from my family, for almost nine years.  But these last two have been the hardest.  Moving to Florida meant for the first time, I wouldn’t be able to hop in my car and make the long drive home if I had the itch to see my family.  Now, it’s a plane ride.  And that isn’t easy or cheap to plan last minute.

It’s hard because tonight, I feel so blessed to have one thing in my life that makes me happy: my job.  But at what price does that come?  I feel like I’ve had to give up everything in the process.  My mom tonight told me maybe it’s time to find a new career.  That maybe just maybe there is a job out there that I could love as much as reporting.  But I can’t do it.  I feel like I’ve come too far to stop now.  I only hope one day this journey and all of the sacrifices will be worth it.  That one day, I can have my dream and more.


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