Home from Mexico

Yesterday I got home.

It surprised me. We have been back from Mexico for two weeks now, and I didn't know that I wasn't quite here yet. But suddenly, walking across the living room with nothing special on my mind, I thought, "This is home," and I felt it too.

It felt really good. It takes nothing away from my love of Mexico, of Bernal, of our house and cat there. It says little about what choices we will make in the future. It's about now, about being here, about living in the present.

Home.