Feels good to be 'home'

Home can mean a many different things depending on who you ask, and when you ask them.  Home can be where you grew up, or maybe where your current residence is.  For some, home is not a physical place or an address, but a feeling of comfort, safety and happiness.  Over the past 17 days, Bill and I have spent only two days in Budapest.  We were in Poland for five days over a long weekend, were back for barely 48 hours, and then off to the airport before the sun was up to go to Spain for ten days during our fall break.  Both Poland and Spain were absolutely amazing, but by the last few days of our trip I was ready to go home.  When I had this feeling, I had to pause and ask myself what I meant by home.  I thought of family, friends, workplaces, new and old; San Francisco, Chicago; my favorite restaurants, parks and streets.  On early Monday morning at 2am, when I walked through my doors at Ferenc Korut 14, I opened my dresser drawer, pulled out a clean pair of of pajamas and laid my head down on my pillow....I knew I was home.

Warsaw, Poland

Granada, Spain

View out our window in Budapest, Hungary