I keep wondering what it is that makes you feel at home.
It most definitely involves people, like friends and family,
and comfort, like your stuff, but what else?
The landscape? I mean like lakes and rivers, or mountains
and ocean? Open spaces versus skyscrapers. (i'm psyched i got
to use that word. skyscrapers. ha.)
Warm and balmy or cool and rainy?
And how much do these things factor in to making us feel
welcome?
As I grow into my skin I begin to think that it's not so much
what's gong on outside as it is what's going on inside.
If you have people that love you, they love you no matter
where you are.
If you enjoy being outside, you will go outside no matter what
the details of your surroundings are.
And I'm not sure at all that it matters what you like.
I HATE hot weather! And yet I call Oklahoma home.
I LOVE forested areas! And yet I call Oklahoma home.
My sister is raising my niece in Washington. And yet I...
My Dad got here yesterday, and my mom is down the street,
and my sister is across the hall asleep with my niece, and my
heart morns the loss of that simplicity because the truth is
these worlds are 2000 miles apart. It can never be right.
So I find myself right back where I started.