25 February 2013
on building bridges
When Clover and I were back in the States, we took a sunny stroll with my mom along the Antique Row in Snohomish. Well, I should say my mom wrangled Clover while I popped into a couple cute shops. Just before we headed back to give the little guy his nap, we were treated to the most lovely view of the river.
Some days home is here in France. Some days it's still back in the States. I suppose it is all the places I carry in my heart. They are numerous and it's not necessarily due to the length of stay at a certain address. I've been surprised to learn that like most things, a sense of place, of belonging, is ever-changing and it's a lot more encompassing than just one's residence.