I spent most of this past summer away from home...though home does not yet feel like home...and I was mostly in a place that feels like home, but is not.
Ram Dass said 'we're all just walking each other home'. It might not be exactly what he meant, but no matter where I am, or what particular rendition of home I find myself living in or pondering, I think of those words and know for sure that when this blonde, brunette, and red head are in the mix, they walk me back home...and figuratively, literally, wherever we may be, I am home.
(a not so subtle signal that they're done already.)
(yuck...a love story.)
