vegetable soup
after a weekend of selling what’s left at two weeping cherry, i finally realized it’s not my home anymore…it’s a house and it’s filled with stuff.
i returned back to my apartment with boxes of stuff to put into hiding somewhere in this space i live in..i walked around the corner to buy some flowers and it began to rain a cool, gentle rain. A random man was fixing a bicycle and perhaps he mistook me for someone else, someone he knew…but with a big, bright smile on his face, he looked at me and said “hi! You’re home!…..it’s raining now, but it feel good, right?” I smiled at him and continued on my way…subconsciously thanking someone for such perfect timing (and for the occasional nyc crazy).
the future is uncertain and it scares me, but at least i have begun to realize that it’s not WHERE ‘home’ is or WHAT ‘home’ is…it’s that feeling you get when you turn the key and walk in. Sometimes we don’t have to go home or find home…sometimes we just have to look around.
