Today I felt a little homeless. While I have so many places that welcome me, tonight I'm longing for my own home...with my own things all about me. I think I'm noticing it a lot more upon my return from nearly a month of staying at the homes of different family members. Returning last night I was aware that where I live in Chicago, while welcoming in most every way, is not my own home.
So tonight I'm feeling lost here in my little room. I want a kitchen table of my own with a pretty tablecloth: for eating and drawing and writing. I want to smell my soaps and my incense. I want to look out a curtained window. I want to live above ground again where the sun pours in the windows.
After 25 days on the road I am thinking of many different households where I laid my head down... soft beds, hard beds, blow up beds and floor mats. Different smells and different pets and different schedules and different neighbors. I cooked and served and I was served cooked food. I lived from this suitcase and then that one. I traveled by taxi and rented car and plane and ferry. I'm missing so many people.
My etheric is still realing while my body sits here and blogs on the edge of my bed in Chicago; I have yet to settle back in. Like I said, I am still homeless.
I have many photographs to share with you. I just have to figure out how to present them so that they can make sense. For now, I'm saying goodnight.