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.
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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!!!
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Welcome back. I just got back from Holland and my re-entry consisted of connecting flights in Dulles Airport. The whoa horsies - I'm not in lovely Utrecht anymore - was hastened by seeing three lifesize cutouts standing together of the President, the First Lady, and F'ing Sarah Palin??? Sarah's not even an elected official. Then I noticed all the fat people. I sat next to a guy at the bar scrolling through photos of dead Gulf animals covered in oil. Everyone in Holland owns a bike and looks happy. I really wonder what we're doing in the US. We need to check out other people's "homes" and realize that there are options. By the time I landed in SF, I was greeted by a wonderful family excited about all of the presents I had for them. That was fun re-entry.
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