Out of town. Away. Other. Somewhere else. Anywhere else. New, old sights and sounds. Anything but the daily, same old same old mind-trap. A new view. A new view, even if it’s one you’ve seen before.
Partial City Skyline at Sunset. Hometown. It’s always good to see you.
Books. Borrowed books. A new rhythm, a new attitude, a new mind-altitude.
East to the Dawn
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…looks like this.
A key to the future.
There are no quotes about moving or change that match the happiness I feel deep in my heart. Our new house is 6 1/2 miles away, but it feels like a different world. An opening into something calm and beautiful. A psychological awakening, ripe with satisfaction and intense anticipation. I can, almost, open my clenched fists. Almost.
Home is heading to Columbus for a few days. It’s hanging out with my baby brother and making stupid faces. In public.
Being stupid with my brother is what family is all about. Family=home.
I’ve loved this sign since I was a child. When I see it, I know I’m home.
“A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.”-George Augustus Moore
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