Home Sweet Home

Home is about sleeping in your own bed, on your own pillow, with the suitcases unpacked and the mail unsorted. Home is about going to the cupboard and grabbing a handful of almonds from Trader Joe's, with emails unanswered and phone messages unlistened to. Home is about hearing familiar whistles and clanks from the hot water heater and the furnace, the neighbor's dog barking, the wind in the trees, the sirens on Mission Street. Home is the smell of night blooming jasmine through open windows while familiar birds trill in the avocado tree, with dreams of Africa only dreams this time.