This week, I am haunting one of my mother’s favorite places in the world and scattering her ashes. I am visiting the spot where we released my father’s remains into the Universe over twenty years ago. I am bonding with my brother in our grief over our mother’s death and our celebration of our connectedness. I am taking shelter in the hearts of a couple long time forever friends. I am in California- the state where I grew into an adult and spent most of my life.
I reside in Florida now. More importantly, I live in Florida now. My life is there. My sense of meaning and momentum and satisfaction is there. I am happy in Florida and with the life I am constantly creating there. Three years after my move from California (the land of no weather) to Florida (the land of wackadoodle weather), I can finally say unreservedly that relocating and reinventing myself was the absolute right decision for me. Florida feels like Home.
Still, California still seems to occupy a small corner of the place in my heart called Home. This week, I am living in that corner and it is very cozy here.
What do you think? Can “Home” be more than one place? Please share your perspective by leaving a comment. In the alternative, you can email me at email@example.com.
Have a sweet day!