Home. The idea of it. The places it has been. The people who have made it for me. The opportunities I have had to make it myself. The feeling of it as I walk in a door, sit down in a couch or drive onto a specific street.
I'm grateful to know I have more than one of them. It's wherever my mother is. It's San Diego. It's Elk Ridge. It's Ogden. It's the places where I have sheltered and housed my children. It's the places where I have been sheltered and housed. It's Buenos Aires. It's Carrie, Scott and Jim. It's Val and Sandy. It's phone calls with my sister. It's a future project in my mind. It's where the Captain and I laugh and live.
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