Right now, as you’re reading this, I am navigating the security check-ins, baggage claims, immigration and VEGAN airline food that is required for international travel.
I am GOING HOME! Home to the farm
Home to my family
A place where my soul feels as ease (I am crying writing this)
The biggest thing, is that it has been a year since I was in hospital in Japan, carrying and IV bag from one hospital to another on the 2 hour bullet train in Japan. Smiling through two days of thinking that I was going to die, to the idea of emergency surgery, to cancer, to having my diet and life totally changed. My family hasn’t been directly a part of my illness, because it happened on the way back from my visit. It’s all be through phone calls and e-mails. They’ve been there, through it all.
A whole freaking year of change, progress, and building of myself. I have only been able to reflect upon my life over the past year with the knowledge that my growth is due to my family.
No matter how long I live in Oz…Oregon will always be home.
When do you feel at ‘home’?