going home.

Bill Holm once wrote “Humans travel to see their own homes more clearly.”  A beautiful truth.  Ask any kid home from their first time at camp.  The warmth of familiarity is intoxicating.  Waking up to family in the house. The smell of your laundry detergent.  The local coffee shop that knows exactly what you want and how you want it.  Little markers of belonging to a place. So many people don’t even notice these things day to day.  But spend some time away, and every aspect of home seems to be waiting with a warm embrace.  Even the angsty teenager at the grocery seems nod a welcoming under her pink hair and pierced eyebrow.   This is home.  It belongs to you, and everything has been waiting.