Charcoal in the air
Creaking swings, running on grass
Sweet summer is here
As I smelled the grilling, I ventured out and found kickball and frisbee, swinging and batting, a sanctuary of green lawn and woods. A little bit of paradise today.
I'm going home for the weekend. What does that mean when you are an adult, when you have a home of your own? I have many homes. I have homes in Michigan, a home in Tennessee, a home in Scotland, a home in the woods, a home on the beach, an apartment home in Boston, a new home in Chicago, and homes I am still yet to find. I hope that this home, this blog, can connect my many homes together and allow me to be a little closer to the many homes I miss.
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