Confession: Missing Home

Today we visited my dad, and my sisters and I made my mom’s cookies in her memory. It’s been a nice day, topped off by a great meal out down by the water.

As we were driving to the restaurant I realized something that took me by surprise: I miss my home area. I love the land, the roads. I thought of how many times in my life I’d traveled these roads and I almost /felt/ all of them in that moment. I love the water here. You can’t drive around here without it sneaking up on you. I miss the ease of it all… Perhaps it’s just me missing the ease of life when I lived here…

Either way, it was kind of nice to be able to appreciate it all: to inhale the smells of the harbor and the happy holiday memories of driving between our house and my grandparent’s house on Christmas eve. It’s nice to feel the comfort of being in the familiar. It’s nice to be able to come back home.

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