And when I came back out today, and I went to grab some food at the Country Cafe, the local diner in Loa, and the owner Don said, "Hi, Julie, how's everything today?" I was just reminded of the true nature of the term "home." Home is where people know you by name. Home is where people wave at you with recognition. Home is where people are genuinely happy to see you.
Home is also where you sometimes know too much about the people around you, and they about you. Home is also where people know your background (although maybe not all of it, if you weren't raised there, as I was not here). And home can be where you are thrilled to be and exist--and also thrilled you are not so tied to it that you cannot leave.
Well, that's the extent of my philosophy for the evening. Time to read High Tide in Tucson: Essays From Now or Never by Barbara Kingsolver (wow, is all I can say--love it), snuggle my totally ecstatic cat, and sleep hard.
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ah, home. it is indeed where the roots are the deepest, regardless of the soil in which they are planted...whats cool about that is you can take your roots and a handful of soil, and plant it again...and again...and again...
So true. And it sounds so poetic, phrased the way you did! You can, indeed, go back. Just don't expect it to be exactly the same, because it never is...which is what makes it all so beautiful.
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