can’t wait to go “home”

oddly enough, the last 18 months i lived in sarasota, i considered myself to have no “home” – no place that was mine, i didn’t rent or own. i kinda wandered around like a gypsy. stuff living in storage. only having what i needed to live.

ever since i left, i keep referring to sarasota as “back home”

and I can’t wait until wednesday comes & I board a plane to visit the entire town that is my home.