Honey, I’m Home

I’m writing to you today, my love, in the third home I have lived in this year, in the third state I have lived in this year, with the third set of living companions I have lived in this year. I won’t bore you with the details here, but I’ve been thinking a lot about home for the past several months. Is home a place? Is it a family? Is it a person?

Many writers before me have spilled a lot of ink trying to define home, and many more will in the future, so I won’t try to generalize. Speaking for myself, in this moment, the way that I feel when I am making something new, something for you, is home. No matter where and when you read this, we are together. That is my home, and I have been away for entirely too long.

I’m so glad to be back.