2️⃣003: your home is not a Home 🏠

I thought home was my parents' four walls and a roof,

until I didn't have those to come back to.

I thought home was the people I've known my whole life,

but we don't talk as often as we used to.

I thought home was the people who saw me for Me

the people who always reached out,

but I'm the one who's stopped responding.

I went home for the first time in over a year, and

i have to say

being gone from 🇵🇷 feels like-

I knew I needed to go back, but I didn't know what I was looking for. It's funny how we always think there's just one more thing we need that's going to fix everything 🏚

If I can only get this job

If I can make this much money

live in this city

To meet that person

be loved in a certain way

go to sleep on time

wake up earlier

make it through this week

…seriously, after we get through this week everything is going to be fine…

Right?

RIGHT?

R I G H T?!?!? 😩😩🥴

But that never happens, does it?

We get through the week (or even the day, just getting through the day is rough), and there's always something next week. There's always going to be more work. More people visiting who want to go out and drink when you'd prefer to stay in 🍸 (this is definitely a Miami thing)

And there's always going to be a new problem for you to solve. Some new shit for you to deal with.

Sometimes we need to get away. To go home. Where we feel safe, where everything is familiar.

But there's something we always seem to forget 😕

That shit is gone gone

(se fue) 🚀

Like adios, sayonara, peace ✌🏽, no me llames yo te llamo,

lol can't remember why I never responded to this 🤥,

nos vemos despues, I'll let you know if I go, don't let the door hit you on the way out,

zip it up and zip it out.

I think you get it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Six months have gone by and you've been telling yourself, "I just need to get through this week," for 26 weeks in 2021.

Guess what? Next week's going to be the same shit.

So I went home thinking, “I just need to enjoy this week off, and I'll be able to get through next week (and maybe even the year).”

And everything was(is) different.

I can't blame people for growing up, finding a partner, working way too much, or having a ton of responsibilities. I can't blame the places or people I love for doing what they have to do to survive and become the best versions of themselves.

(i want you to be the best You, always)

A lot of things made me realize how much things have changed,

and a lot of things inspired me.

Just because people don't talk like they used to doesn't mean they don't love each other like you're used to. Just because you haven't seen someone in over ten years doesn't mean they forgot how you made them feel 15 years ago.

—they lied to us about what home means

They made us think it's a place, or a people, or a bed, or the dude who's been working behind the counter for 20 years at la panadería de Altamira being like, —¡David! Tanto tiempo que no te veo ya no pasas por aquí. Even though I hadn't been home in three years.

(i did it again, calling a Place, Home)

Home isn't something that is, it's—

And you can make of it whatever you want. Because your home is wherever you are at the moment. Even if you leave the place where you grew up and you spend a few years not talking to the friends you've known all your life.

Because you'll live in new places and make new friends.

At least, I hope you do. I hope at one point you leave everything behind and discover something completely new. I hope you meet new people, join a new community, find a new hobby and spend all your time doing some random shit no one ever thought you would be doing, but now they can't see you (and you can't see yourself) doing anything else.

Because your family will still be there for you when you come back 🫶🏽

Don’t forget to call your parents (or parental figure)

Call your friends

And your siblings

And respond to random people's stories (but like funny shit not just when you're trying to hit on them, although flirting is cool too but don't be fucking weird about it and don't be persistent if the vibe isn't right)

Go to new bars

New beaches and parks

New restaurants

Do it with people you've always known and some you've just met

But whatever happens just fucking do it

Hopefully, all this shit seems obvious.

My dad says: YOUTH IS WASTED ON THE YOUNG

¿Sabes qué?

FUCK THAT

From this point on, we're not wasting anything. Because I can finally let go of what I've always been holding on to.

Feeling like what I was at one point, is what I will always be. The only thing that has ever defined me, the thing people know me as.

Because that thing will always be.

But I want to be new things, different things. Things I'm good at and things I'm bad at. And at once it was too scary. But now that scary thing seems pretty cool.

If you've made it this far and are like: dude, I was really hoping you’d make me laugh today. 

I promise there will be laughs one day. Maybe even next 2uesday.

But for now, this first 2uesday, it's about looking with love at what has been and with hope at everything that can (and will) be.

Like I said here, 2uesday is a blank canvas. The idea that…

And I'm ready to show you exactly what that anything means

Nos vemos el martes que viene 💌