I left home 15 years ago for work. In that time I've traveled to dozens of countries and lived in several places in the USA, but no place has the diverse, welcoming people as home, and the natural beauty on display.

This week, work took me home. I've gotten to work with organizations that I was a part of as a child, eat at restaurants that I loved and worked at, and visit old haunts. Today I drove by the house I grew up in and parked outside to take a selfie to send my mom, and a lady stepped out, and I (awkwardly) approached her and had a lovely conversation about the house. They've fixed it up so nicely, and we laughed about how weird it was (originally built as a single story partially underground, and then had a second story built on top and turned into a duplex, and then once again lived in as a single family home).

I'm home. And I can't wait to come back when I quit this job, and bring my family here and move back into the same neighborhood I grew up in, and live in joy until I die.