Maybe I've just watched Garden State too many times, but I've been doing a lot of thinking about what "home" means to me lately. My initial thought is this house that I'm sitting in right now, but that's not quite it. Really, it's more of a combination of this house with a certain number of specific people who live there with me. Some don't live here any more, which has caused me to have to stretch out in search of another handhold, like a vine of ivy searching for something sturdy to cling to. Now, instead of a singular strong rock, I float thanks to the many places and people who are a part of me, and are my home, whose combined efforts keep me buoyant. So as my house fills again, I feel more at home than ever, and I'm very, very, thankful.

Tunes: "I'm On My Way", The Proclaimers (iTMS), "At My Most Beautiful", R.E.M. (iTMS), "More Than Love", Los Lonely Boys (iTMS).