Home

I came across this tune today, and I just have to share it.

It's about Home.

Home!
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you 

♥ 

I think of so many things when I listen to this song and my heart fills with joy of all the places I've known that have been my home.

I think of that time driving from Florida to back home in Virginia when my husband and I sang real loud to Talking Heads and Broken Social Scene, totally drunk with cabin fever from all those long hours in the car.

I think of driving under the San Diego's Cabrillo Bridge with my hands out the window and the sun shining in my eyes.

I think of driving through my winding Virginia countryside, the music turned way up, my hands out my sun roof, the sun starting to set, the green trees lining the way, the fresh air filling my lungs.

I think of walking down East West Highway to my home in Maryland's Silver Spring looking at midsummer sun set while I listen to Kate Bush's Aerial.

I think of driving to down Washington Ave and seeing the cliff coming up on Torrey Pines with my lil baby nephew sleeping in the backseat, my heart so big and full of love, and at that moment I knew I had to make my home in San Diego.

I think of a lot of other times, some that make me smile real big, some that make tears stream down my face...and it's all my life, and they're all images of home in different times, in different places, in different colors, with different rays of light, but they've all been my home.

I was a little sad today and out of sorts, with classes cancelling and the clouds hiding the sun, preventing me from visiting the pool and enjoying the sunshine. But then this song came on, and all of a sudden, life seemed glorious again.

I don't know if I'm home or not right now, but for this minute I am. Maybe my home is really in the U.S. where I'm free to drive and drive and drive, the sun shining down, the air so fresh, the sounds so sweet of nature and birds and crickets, the evenings so cool and crisp and sweet. The lightning bugs, the greenery, the river rushing by, my jeans turned up, my feet wet, a smile on my face cos I'm home.

An American in Lima

Well, tomorrow is a special day for me, so look for a post in the morning. It's all ready to go cos it's about another home, the one I have now. In the meantime, I'm gonna go enjoy being myself here. I'm gonna go running cos now the sun is starting to peak out and then I'm gonna get ready to meet my most handsomely sweet friend at my favorite cafe in one of my favorite neighborhoods.

Sometimes I get caught up in the difficulties of being a foreigner here, but today, this afternoon, I feel real happy that I'm an American. I'm American, and I live here in Peru. That's what so special about me. No one can ever take that away from me. I'm different and strange and no one quite thinks the way I do, and today, that's okay.

I feel like I am Paul as he spent his time in New York City while Art filmed a movie in Mexico, waiting for his friend, feeling like the only living boy in New York. Here I am!

Tom, let your honesty

shine shine shine

as it does for me

Here I am!

Life is wonderful. ♥