This morning while driving to work, I listened to Marc Broussard’s song "Home". It is upbeat and he has a great voice. I was thinking about what home means to me and how that has changed over the years. Home used to be Southern California. When I first moved to San Jose to attend college, I remember being so excitement about returning to my parent’s home in Alhambra. There was the sense of anticipation and well-being of seeing my mom and catching up with her. Now Northern California is my home. But home can be a past experience or a new place, for me that includes my garden, being in the arms of my husband, having friends at my table laughing about things, sitting with a cocktail in the backyard with Betty listening to the fountain, or the familiarity of my local farmer’s market and restaurants I frequent.
What kind of places are home to you now?
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