Tuesday, August 25, 2015
leaving home, going home
I've written a few long, deep, well thought out posts over the past few weeks. But I'd like to pass on them to share a few snippets of our summer. And what a beauty the summer of 2015 was. I blinked and she was gone. Racing down the track towards a new season of the year and of life in general.
We fly back to New Zealand next week. And it doesn't feel so much like leaving one thing as it does returning to something that was missed. The definition of home has changed a lot for me in life so far. Right now, home simply means the place I am fully content and surrounded with loving people. Thankfully, that place exists in multiple locations.