I’ve been traveling a lot this summer… a few different countries and all over the US. And as I’ve met people and began to explain my story or the question, “where are you from?”  I’ve responded to the question “where are you from?” with the response, me looking around and saying right here, in a joking tone, wherever I happen to be at the time. The last time being when I was North Carolina, the time before that in Washington state inside my best friends car.

I’ve been bouncing around from place to place throughout the summer and even the last few years and I’ve struggled with the sense that I need to belong to one particular somewhere and haven’t really had that since I left a long term relationship in Los Angeles, California.

But tonight while sitting on the airport bench with my Reese diary queen blizzard, waiting for my good friend Betsy to come pick me up, I realized that when I look around and say I’m from right here, is pretty close to the truth, when really for me to feel at home all I need are my friends. Knowing that I will soon be seeing her and hearing about her trials and tribulations, experience and be a part of her life, well that IS home for me. And I will continue to be home wherever I find myself, because I have been blessed with some amazing friends.

-a wanderer-