Grateful

Beautiful clouds today and it's still warm enough to go bouncing around in the pool. Even though I don't live in a rich, lush neighborhood I love the drive to my house towards the mountains and along train tracks. There is one train track that I almost always miss seeing and send the car into cyclon space over the bump. Black eyed susans grow up along the side of the road. Without my ex-roommate it feels hard to be home here, but this is home. Leaving the richer Park Hill side feels sometimes like I am driving into an oblivion, but this outpost is home. I think everyone around me feels the same way: is this really home? There are so many townhomes here for sale. Maybe my next deeper question is: do I need to move? Maybe I just need a different kind of problem. Before in my life, my friends were my home. Now this shell doesn't feel like a home. A real community can be a home. Venturing out from the community with your heart open can lead you back to it. It may be a slightly different community that you go back to, I may end up somewhere different when I venture back.