The concept of "home" is one that I have, for years, struggled with. Touring, living out of a suitcase on a tour bus or hotel, has taught me the transient nature of being somewhere and sharing that moment with a group of people who become very close for that span of time. Then, life goes on. On to the next tour, the next city, the next group of people who feel the way you do. But then... I took a break, an extended break from it all, to deal with my health and to really take a look at my life.
I moved from Pennsylvania to Maryland, in search of the next chapter. I felt uneasy, selling a beautiful house I curated with things from all my travels, and into the unknown. I lived in a series of small studios, most of my stuff in storage, thinking about the next place to call home. I met some wonderful people, let go of others, and learned from it all.
Then one day, as I'm going through an editing marathon, I receive a message from a dear friend who, a while back, extended an open invitation to stay at his home if I was ever going back to visit Colorado. It simply said "Where is 'home' in your heart" - I had no hesitation in my reply. "Colorado". "Come home" he wrote. Everything made sense in those two words.
I started to look at photos I took at my happiest time, in my happiest place.
I made the decision and everything flowed, as it was meant to be.
This was my view last night
And with a heart full of gratitude for my dear friends who made this such an easy process, this was my view this morning
Who's up for coffee?
