Almost Home

Lately I've been obsessed with the concept of home. What makes a place a home? Does it have to be a place? Could it be a feeling? A person?

Since I moved to Denver, I've been wondering, where is my home? Is it in Kansas City with the people and places I grew up with? Is it in Small Town, USA where my grandparents live, even though I've never lived there? Is it in the love I have for my family? Is it in the love they have for me? Is it in the growing pains I'm having in my new city? I think home, for me anyway, is in all of these things. Home can be many things at once, can't it?

There's no such thing as no regrets

But baby it's alright

I'm not running

I'm not hiding

I'm not reaching

I'm just resting in the arms of the great wide open

Gonna pull my soul in

And I'm almost home

Mary Chapin Carpenter, "Almost Home"