tomorrow i am beginning the journey home; all permutations of home.
after a long flight and a week in new york (my temporally first home), i am going back to the place where this was filmed, where many things began and many more will begin again and again. a place where things can grow strong, where roots can be extended and boughs branch out and stretch to the sky and grow studier.
more importantly, i’m coming home to her (my first home, in order of importance) after being apart for too long too long too long. i’m coming home to turn promises into reality. i’m coming home to re-lay foundations and fall in love with her again, every day for a whole summer.
this became a home, too, of sorts. temporary, makeshift. a well-settled room in a house where i will always be a guest no matter how long i stay.
but it’s time to leave. to go back to her. to go home.