to London--where I am experiencing more art and freedom than I ever have.
Before we went to Scotland, I was getting homesick
for Portland--where I learn, work, and have my favorite brunch place.
When I am in Portland, I get homesick
for Mesa, where my family knows all of my quirks, my dog curls into a ball at the foot of my bed as I fall asleep, and my best friends are, or return to.
Home is so many places at this time in my life. Very rarely do these worlds overlap, so I am excited for family to visit. I am also aware how lucky I am to have Ted here, in Portland, and even in Mesa when he's feeling like he can handle the desert heat.
For now I will just sit back and enjoy the train ride home to London, thinking about how happy I am to have found a third home.