This week, I haven't really been HERE. I've been ... here:
Here feels like home. It's where my parents live. Rural Indiana. I love this place.
I didn't grow up in that little yellow house on the hill (we lived on the opposite side of this pond when I was in middle school and high school, but my parents built the yellow house in the last ten years). Still, it's like a refuge, a place to rest.
Plus, there's interesting yard art.
I live in Metrowest Boston now, and culturally, I fit pretty well there. But part of me will always belong here.
It's full of places that mean a lot to me, out-of-the-way hiding spots only a few people know about (and yeah, this is a graveyard, but I've always sorta loved it there).
Next week, I'll be back in my life, but right now I'm here, where things are messier but quite a bit simpler.
Do you have a place like this? If so, where is it, and why does it mean so much to you?
If you haven't done so yet, go check out my contest. You have until tomorrow night to tell me what you see in my mysterious inkblot. Just comment for a chance to win a gift card, a three-chapter crit, or some fabulous books by psychologists.
Have a great weekend, everyone!