Tonight I'm feeling a little homesick. I made the [mistake?] of looking at pictures of home and watching MK videos about transition with people I know in them. Last week I made a speech about being a TCK (if you don't know what that is here's a definition) for my speech class. I said that I don't think home is a place, but an ever growing list of the people and places you've loved. It's just hard to remind myself that one day "here" will be on that list.
Ah well. It'll all come together in heaven.
For now here is a lovely, rather abstract painting by August Macke of a street near one of my old houses... still a home of my heart.