home

home.

i use that word interchangeably. it bothers river. “this is not home! this is nana’s home!” how to explain that it is home to me too?

once was, always will be, until it is no longer.

well, we are home. {meaning we stepped off the plane into humid austin air, drove home with the sunroof open, and found our beloved cat waiting for us at the door.}

home.

there’s sand in the suitcase and i really don’t mind. i think i actually like it there. it’ll take me a little while to settle in with cohesive words on travel and home and memory. but until then you can read my thoughts on shutter sisters today.

i am home.
for what it’s worth.

“We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch – we are going back from whence we came.”  

~ John F. Kennedy

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