Coming home

My last post was over two weeks ago, before I left to go back to Minnesota for the holidays, spending time with family and friends. And I wondered how it would feel, going back there after living here in Portland for six months now, having moved here not knowing a soul. I thought perhaps I may find myself in Minnesota, surrounded by my loved ones, with a pang of wanting to move back and be close to them once more. But the truth is, I found myself becoming homesick, for my Rose City – like a kid at summer camp! I kept picturing my cozy apartment, and the streets I love to walk, and most of all the greenery that was still so prevalent even in the middle of December. I bemoaned the lack of color in the Midwest; it was a “brown” Christmas, with not a snowflake in sight.  So I know in my heart where my home is, and as I traveled farther and farther west on the train to go home, I felt my spirits lift in anticipation of the city I have come to love so much, Portland, Oregon.

Welcome Mat

The Universe is rolling out its plush red carpet for me

I sink my feet into it and wiggle my toes, digging in

Feels so good!

I amble down this comfy path

Facing forward, facing towards the place where the sun sets

Slowly though

I don’t want to miss the guideposts along the way

You know, the ones they provide for adventurous travelers

To help them reach their correct destination

And I will know where my place, my home is

With the kind assistance of the Universe

Who puts out a welcome mat

That proclaims

Home Sweet Home