On Finding Your Home
n the last five days, I've traveled back and forth between 28 years, observing where I came from and where I ended up. Back in my childhood town, at my parents' home, I would forget that I had two children, regressing, returning to a time in which I had a specific role and place in the family tree, before setting down roots of my own. But there we would be, around the table, as we had congregated for decades earlier, yet this time, there were extensions, there were shifts of focus, there were my children and our path and our direction and our challenges. We were transplanted here, visitors, who didn't belong but were welcome for visitation rights.