I am home and it feels nice. My home is not the same. I left a home I could not wait to leave. And I came back to a home I could not wait to touch the door handle of.
My home welcomed me jumping on his tall basement legs as a playful puppy, happy to have me back.
Like a little child playing in a sandbox for a bit too long – I found it all covered in sand, inside out. There have been no sand storms but the house managed to collect all sand in the world from all imaginary sand storms passing by.
I left in autumn and came back in winter. The homes I left and returned to are not simply two seasons apart.
I have returned to a new world, new reality. I have shifted in space and time.
I start understanding Coco’s words: “On the path of our life there is no such thing as weight loss, Jane. There is weight travel in space and time. Weight loss is a trans-surfing between the worlds, a journey where you meet a new you each and every time you come home.”