A preface: These next few posts are ones that I will probably, eventually try to combine into one. They’re all about home, but about different place I call home. I have this possibly naive belief that I can go anywhere on this earth and leave calling it home. So far, I haven’t experienced anything that leads me to believe otherwise. So until I do, I’ll keep on believing that I have not one home, but many places to which I can always return, and always be welcomed home.
I hadn’t had much sleep, nor had I been eating well. Midterms just ended, and it was getting cold. We ordered a pizza, and I took another nap before going out — with the same people, to the same places. Nobody thought anything of it.