I have in mind a long post about home and how that's a complicated concept for me, but at the moment I just want to say it's nice to be home, at this home where I now live. And yet it was nice, this past week, to visit family in homes that I've never lived in, too.
And one of the most fun things about staying at my parents' house was having Mariah go through photo albums and even a trunk or two and explore my past, and even my mother's past, through our pictures and clothes. She scored some "vintage" outfits from Mom, and tried to convince me that my 12-year-old self was cute...Nice try, honey!
More on home another time. That's all for now.