Note to self: Remember California? How at home you feel when you stand by the ocean, the rhythm of waves rushing and receding, the air so thick with salt you can taste it? Yes, some times this life feels like an accumulation of goodbyes, each home you make just a temporary one.
But here's the good news: every goodbye is a potential homecoming. Home is not defined by your address, but by family and friendship and those places that stay with us.
Maybe this transitory life is not primarily an accumulation of loss. Maybe the loss is just a lingering reminder of that which we've gained.
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