“I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.” ― Maya Angelou

One year ago, I headed west for the best trip of my life thus far - California. I still find myself looking through the pictures. The wedding was one of the best I've been to, and I've been to more than my share! My desktop image is from the beach in Laguna. I met the late, great Harry the K in San Diego. In Hermosa, I spent a lot of time by myself and just wandering around. It is a time I will continue to relive.


This summer, I've been traveling a lot for work, which is vastly different for obvious reasons. In the last few months, I've been to San Jose, San Francisco, New York and Boston. I was slated for another San Fran trip - but I am not sure that is going to happen now. Planes and trains, day trips to NYC, huge hotel rooms just for me, expenses, long term parking and getting changed out of my suit in bathrooms at the airport...it's all new to me, and so so exciting.


Taking off and landing. Checking in and checking out. Coming and going.


Always coming back to one place - home.

Home is not where I push my key in the door and throw down my stuff. Home is not my apartment. Home is not my Mom's apartment. Home is not where I sleep. I'm fairly certain that I haven't truly felt at home - in the typical sense - since we moved out of Darby a few years back. It used to make me sad, but that is quickly changing.


"You'll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I don't know, but I miss the idea of it, you know. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place."

-Garden State

I am finding home in small spaces and minutes in my day.

I am finding home in a song, or a line of a song, or a note.

I am finding home in the people I love, and am learning to love.

I am finding home in myself.