Home

It's the slight disarray. It's the camping gear dragged out into the dinning room and the bike with the flat tires next to the filing cabinet that's now mine next to two full bags of military gear that still smell like sweat and the Washington wilderness. It's sitting at the desktop watching you tube videos and it's 12:30 at night but oh there's still two more videos to watch we need to save the best for last.

It's Home.

It's falling asleep stretched out, blankets half way covering legs wedged between body and couchback watching Heros. It's making coffee in the french press and reading Barbara Kingsolver with the windows up with the candles lit.

It's a text while I'm at work that says Get home we're waiting for you we need our djembe player.

It's that feeling that's been missing, that longing, that desire absent these past long months and (who am I kidding) years... that feeling of I can't wait to get
Home.

I cannot even fathom a day where I don't get to come back here. I don't know how I lasted so long away, each precious moment of my life spent in this hallowed, safe place. Each time I had left, something sacred of me stayed behind. And now I am reunited with that holy part of myself.

I am Home.