Paris, Je’arrive!

I am living in the Saint Martin Canal area for the first week, funky, worn, definitely a neighborhood of Parisians living their lives, high arched footbridges curve steeply over the canal, cobbled walkways, street art…
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Home is…

Finding home wherever I am. It’s not so easy. I still feel like I’m not ‘at home’ in lots of situations and lots of places. Sometimes I overcome it. Sometimes I don’t. And, sometimes it takes a lot of energy for me to feel at home…

Dream Home

Home can travel with me?
But sometimes home feels far away?
Does home have to built?
Or is home always there?

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