So here it is, 5:30am, on this third day of 2013. I’m standing in the kitchen of the house in which I grew up, listening to the ticking of one of Mom’s clocks, the chime of the half hour from another clock.
While I will always consider my parents house as home, I have caught myself, more than once, thinking of or referring to Vancouver as home. I don’t quite know what to make of that yet. And yes, they do say “home is where the heart is” but nothing of being torn between places. Or perhaps the heart just needs a little time to adjust and reorient itself, and maybe it is further along than six, or even three, months ago.
Or maybe it’s my brain catching up. Hard to say really, but a good way to start the new year, no?