Home again

After a wonderful week in New York city, I am "home" again. Another one of the lessons I have learned on this trip is that home is less about walls, and more about people. So home has become a movable feast for me.

Home is spending time with Erik coming up with ways to change the world.
Home is Bob tweaking my laptop and making sure everything is running right.
Home is Geoff talking about fish tacos, new sci fi and watching the food channel via the phone.
Home is laughing so hard with Beth that my stomach hurts
Home is shopping with Sharon, and dinner with her and Mitch.
Home is listening to Pete tell stories, hearing Teresa laugh and playing with the cats.
Home is finding out that Laura is beating the snot out of cancer.
Home is having a good book, my iPod, and a new adventure to plan.

Tonight, home is a warm apartment in Vancouver, where I can smell dinner on the stove (because Beth is a marvelous cook), listen to her and George talking the way only they do (which is because they have known each other forever and loved each other just about as long). It is being absorbed into a place where strays are not just welcomed, but made to feel that they were always supposed to be there.

I'm not sure where I will physically be in the next few months, but I have finally realized that no matter where that may be, I am already home.