I've been thinking about this a lot tonight. I've been away from Chicago for the last week and a half. I wrote a little about this in my last post. I went home first for my grandmother's funeral. Seeing all of my family there remembering and celebrating my grandma's life made me so thankful to have the family that I do. It also makes me feel sad that I can't live in more than one place at a time.
I also traveled out to Colorado and New Mexico. The mountains will always feel like home to me. From the first moment I saw them, something changed in me. I knew there were bigger things out there that I had to see and explore. The openness of the land, the stars in the sky, the colors of the mountains and the valleys, and the smell and feel of the fresh mountain air are indescribable. That is also home.
Also, coming back to KC before going to Chicago again, I got to spend more time with my family and got to go to another Royals game. I am so so lucky to have such an amazing family. We have so much fun together. And the energy at the Royals games this year is incredible. I hope to be back shortly for a playoff game and at some point a World Series victory parade. Home.
And finally Chicago. Chicago made me who I am. I have been able to grow personally and professionally and become the fullest expression of myself. I have been lucky to make wonderful friends who have helped to make the city home for me.
I love this quote from Sarah Dessen: “Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.”
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