Well, friends, I’m home.
I use the term home loosely, of course, as I don’t really feel like Washington state, where I was born and raised, is where I belong anymore. In recent years, it is simply the place I come back to time and again, for little reason other than because it’s where the majority of my family still resides.
It’s never a bad thing, being home in Washington, but I can never handle it for too long. It’s too comfortable, too familiar–and at this time of year, too cold.
This week’s photos (courtesy of my iPhone) depict my journey from one home to another, including a balmy stopover in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. I left a big piece of my heart in Medellín, but I’m grateful for the opportunity to spend time with loved ones here in little old Peshastin.
Do you have more than one place you call home?