Home.

I was wondering what ‘home’ is to you? A place? A person? A pet? An emotion? Something more? Something unexplainable?  

Evelyn, my daughter, and I just spent two weeks in Montana with my Mom and Dad. We visited family and friends and had a wonderful time. The weather was sunny, in the 70’s, and everything just seemed to flow. It’s been three years since I’ve been home. I still call Montana home, but home feels so much more to me now. I wrote this poem the last time I was in Montana for my Sister’s wedding, and the first time Evelyn visited Montana:  

There’s a little house in a quiet canyon nestled in the Big Belt Mountains, two fires burning bright on cold Montana winter nights. It’s where my Mom and Dad live and a place I carry in my heart. 

The stars are endless here, I feel at peace. At dawn I’m walking along Trout Creek with my baby, where my Sister and I spent many Summers floating down. Memories overflow of my childhood and I’m blessed to share this place with Evelyn. 

Don’t get me wrong, I love where I am-but there’s something special here that will always feel like home. 

Are you home now? If yes, what is home for you? If you’re not home, what do you imagine it to be? Feel free to leave a comment or email me, I’d love to know!