The Road Home…

Tell me, where is the road
I can call my own,
That I left, that I lost
So long ago?
All these years I have wandered,
Oh when will I know
There’s a way, there’s a road
That will lead me home…

As the bus pulled out of the driveway, I knew that the time had come— after spending six weeks at a summer program in Boston, I knew that my childhood was effectively over. As we drove to the airport, the long and winding roads of the Berkshire mountains told a story that really hit home for me. All summer long I had been questioning my decision to move away from home. I was leaving behind everything that I knew: my family, friends, home, and mentors— eveything that made me who I was.

“There is no such beauty as where you belong”

As the bus made its way through the lush fauna of the mountains, I realized that even though my path was changing, I would always have a safe place at home where I could go and recharge. This helped me to solidify my identity as an artist and to understand what made me a special musician—knowing where you come from is vital to knowing where you are going, and your roots are what make you unique!