I always forget how much I appreciate the notion of home.  Coming back to my hometown is usually a much-needed break from the monotony of everyday life.  Being home reminds me that I am not always the independent, sometimes haughty adult that I feel like I need to be.  It places me in the context of other people who knew me before I was who I am now and loved me even when I was a tiny mass of skin and blood and bone.

It is reassuring. Coming home, wherever that home may be for you, is clarifying and brings joy you may have forgotten you needed.

But, it also reminds me that I have grown- physically, mentally, and spiritually in some ways.  Sometimes that growth aligns you with your home, but sometimes it also distances you further.  It is a natural occurrence and though it’s sometimes surprising or overwhelming, everyone is an amalgamation of their past, present, and future–the people and places that comprise every aspect of each moment, and to me that’s a lovely thing.

I hope you all had a rejuvenating weekend, wherever you may have been.

Love and laughter to you and yours,
Christina

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