After my little jaunt in New York, I got the chance to spend a few weeks back home ~ first in my childhood hometown in Minnesota and then in the city that was my home-away-from-home for four years, Chicago. Eight months had passed since Casey and I took off on our big adventure, but somehow it felt like not even a week had gone by. Sure, there were some new and exciting changes ~ my gorgeous baby brother was born, my other younger siblings all seemed so much more grown up and a lot of my friends had made huge strides in their professional and personal lives ~ but for the most part, it felt just as it had when we left.
There's something about that constant that's always comforted me. The world can be a big, scary and uncertain place, and sometimes that idea of home is just what you need to make you feel safe.
Cuddling up to my cat and spending time with my grandparents, or thrift shopping with my amazing sister. Bike riding all over town with friends, breathing in the fresh air and having spiritual talks right in the heart of nature. Hearing about the accomplishments of old friends and celebrating our respective victories.
Home is so full of these exquisite moments, but they are often unappreciated until you've gone without them for a while.