My Facebook status from Sunday morning:
It’s a good milestone Sunday. After 13 years in Las Vegas, my brother arrived in New Jersey at dawn this morning. To stay. And if I hadn’t had three witnesses, I wouldn’t have believed it, but Des said clear as day today: “What are you doing?”
I don’t talk about my older brother a lot, just because this blog is about my journeys with my family, and he’s been geographically distant for many years. Of course, I lived in San Francisco for two years, which actually made me the farthest sibling of the five of us, but I came back. (kinda) My brother is now in NJ and I’m officially the only family member to have escaped..er…left. Now I’m home here. And he may be home in New Jersey, or travels, jobs and loves may take him elsewhere.
Home is where your heart is. Home is where you hang your heart? Home is with the family you were born to, or with the family you choose.
Home is a place not quite in your heart, and not quite in a geographic location. It’s just at that place where they all meet.
We had wonderful house guests this weekend – two of my friends from my one longterm corporate job. Four years there! I have to give a lot of credit to this company, or to myself and ex co-workers, because how I survived four years in a corporate setting is astounding. It can never be repeated, but that’s ok because there are other things for me. Things like this and this.
I thought about a lot of it as we navigated our fall weekend – showing my friends a pumpkin festival, a fall foliage drive, a nearly hidden gem of a bakery, and a surprisingly busy winery in the middle of the woods.
I thought about the opportunities for writing and photography that are growing. There are spin-offs. New opportunities lead to other unique opportunities, and I feel my range growing, and I like that. I’m still light years away from where I want to be, but it’s all becoming clearer. My dreams used to be a murky splash of paint on a too-big canvas, and now the canvas is shrinking to fit my dreams, or my dreams are expanding to add color to the canvas. I see moose and northern lights. Book tours. Photography exhibits. That’s all what I want. Right there. With the kids and the husband. I have no fantasies that this will be easy.
Touchable, though. Embraceable. Moldable. Doable.
And for a share, here are some recent photos I’ve been working on for other people: