the right spots.
we call it home, because it is ours. it feels safe and comfortable. it is relief when everything spins out of control. whether it was a gift or a hard-fought victory, we have carved a place out of the world where we belong.
and somewhere along the way it becomes less about where we are, or who we’re with, or what we have. it becomes a part of us. one day when it is long gone and strangers have moved in and time has eaten away the threads of it, it remains as real to us as ever.
i am the big, blue house on the corner. i am bowls 