07.09.2012
I wrote this entry about a year ago as I was preparing to head on a world adventure. Such reflections on the nature of 'home' are especially poignant with me these days, as I've been living out of a suitcase and in temporary homes for the past several weeks. Without a home to go to, there is a curious sense of feeling unsettled. I find myself missing the mundane aspects of a home. This morning, I missed having a calendar on the wall. The other day, having a bookshelf.
We've been here in Berlin for three and a half weeks. Not much time, but I'm still excited about finding a Home when we move into our apartment next week.
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20.05.2011
Location: Berkeley, California, USA
Next stop: Berlin, Germany
Packing, packing, packing. Am I forgetting something? Probably.
A friend said to me last night, the best part about leaving is coming home. I find this to be particularly true; San Francisco is a hard place to leave and a great place to come home to. And although I am embarking on a journey of epic proportions, I am at heart a homebody. I love the small comforts of home: my own teapot, old and worn pillows, the smell of my bedroom.
While traveling is always worthwhile, it is hard as well. I think this is true for many worthwhile things in life.
So as I say my goodbyes, I am taking time to reflect on how lucky I am. Living in a wonderful home, surrounded by amazing family and friends, and able to live out my dreams. Few women in history have been as lucky as I am. And as excited as I am for the times ahead, I am equally excited for another reason:
Coming home.
