I am a creature of habit and when I return home for a visit I fall back into the hum of a very old routine. It is the drive down the river for a fresh lobster roll and a stroll along the boardwalk. I like to listen to the sound of the wind and gaze at the blue heron in the distant horizon.
It’s the familiarity of the landscape and the comfort of being close to water that ignites a quiet inspiration.
As I reflect back on this past summer with the thoughts of pints with friends, the warmth of my family, and the acquaintances who greet you on the street with a warm hello.
They are all a reminder that one of the greatest gifts in this world is the ability to connect with a warm smile or a gregarious laugh.
So as the west wind keeps me in one spot my heart always quietly yearns for the east coast. But blogging has helped to soothe that loss with the connection of friends throughout the world.
It is something that I am grateful for and smile to you for making me feel so much closer to home.
What does the word “home” mean to you?