If it’s true you can never go back and if it’s true that
home is where the heart is then how does a nomad find his or her place in this
world? We live in the gilded age of travel and connection and access; it’s no stretch
for anyone to have multiple “homes” in their life these days. I recently
decided to cast the wheels off my traveling road show and settle for a moment
in my beloved Austin and I bought myself a home. It’s a bit of a project but
as am I and it’s fitting for who and
what I see myself to be so I signed the papers spent the cash and I’m now a
homeowner. Once I found myself knee deep in paperwork, emails, faxes, and phone
calls I made a dash to my hometown for holiday and decided to stop at the very
first home I lived in. My memory was unjust to the gables and stones the tin
and wood and warmth that home
represented to my parents young family. I see my recent purchase and know that
I may have left home but home never really left me.
