Homes Away From Home, Vol. 1
Just a few months ago "home" was a modern, comfortable loft in the heart of the Mission, where each day began with a burst of light and the same startling view of the San Francisco skyline. Home was years of memories in the place, of knowing the afternoon shadows even before they arrived. Home was familiar sounds, familiar smells, and the luxurious trifecta of washer/dryer/dishwasher. Home was our art on the walls, our stuff in the closets, our food in the fridge. Home was being surrounded by many people I love who love me too. Home was a tangible thing and a well defined feeling of belonging.
These days, home is a suitcase. Home is my favorite, my only hoodie. Home is meeting AirB&B hosts, and cooking dinner with fellow travelers in communal kitchens. Home is the ability to let go, to be at ease in a foreign place (and even in a dirty place). Home is openness to the unknown and motivation to make each day unique. Home is ever-changing and completely abstract.