When the signs start to say "Santa Maria 30mi"
When the favorite radio stations become receivable.
When the ocean comes into view on my right.
When I use my housekey for the first time in years.
When I walk on the cold hardwood floor.
When I switch on the flickering, fluorescent kitchen lights.
When I am surrounded by comfortable messiness, random structure, undetectable organization.
When I approach bookshelves crammed with children's series.
When I spot cardboard boxes full of Legos.
When I wash my hands with soft water.
When I hear my dad's signature callout.
I know I'm home.
love that feeling. children's books, legos, and soft water--you've nailed it. =)
ReplyDeleteinterestingly, my parents' house--where i grew up--has never felt like home. california doesn't, yet, either. can't wait until i have a place that invokes that feeling.
enjoy your break!
Love this!
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