Home for me is New York City. Today I am home.
But...Home is Ireland. Home is Scotland. Home is San Francisco.
I have a lot of homes (but no real estate!) for a lot of reasons, but where I choose to hang my hat (and not my head!) is New York.
That being said, when I was in Ireland outside my grandmother's house standing with my two cousins I knew that there was home there too. The "it's in me bones" factor happens in certain places for me very strongly and Ireland is one clearly. It is a longing feeling, but this time in a good way. A be/longing feeling, if you will.
Today I awoke not in Ireland as I had yesterday, but in Manhattan. Yesterday there were cows mooing outside my window; today, sirens. How can that be? It is called air travel, I know, but spiritually, emotionally it all seems wrong. Like one needs a detox or a re-entry program.
And people expect you to just get back into the swing ASAP. And I get that, but I can't do that.
These moments are for the individual only to cherish and notice. This bridging feeling and processing where I have been and what I experienced are for me alone.
As they are for you when when you go to Switzerland and try to tell me about eating muesli with Gretchen just 20 hours ago. I don't care, get back to work!!!