No place like home...

Maslow and other great thinkers all agree that safety is the number one need of every living creature. If a person, plant, amoeba is not "safe" in it's environment, it can't thrive, will never attain its fullness and will eventually die never having fully bloomed or developed.

After three months of bouncing around California with my life in a van (not the same as Van Life) along with Bugs my rabbit, moving in and out of hotels and Airbnb's, we needed a place to call home.

I had not looked for a place to live on my own since my 20's. I was broke and basically a nun at the time, living a modest and minimalist life more out of the lack of means than a principle.

Within a matter of days of serious searching, I found my one bedroom apartment and all the furniture I needed in a resale shop.

By serendipitous orchestration, my son came to visit after his first quarter at school before he and Sis went to their dad's for the holidays. His brief visit, by providence I believe, coincided with the apartments availability.

I spent the first night in my new home, after over a hundred days afloat, under a roof, with both of my kids.

I could not have felt more like I was where I was supposed to be. My space christened by the breath of my sleeping babes.

I find like "Sticking the Landing" I can't possibly get this all in one post. So I'm going to leave it at this for now, which is actually just too perfect.

I am about to leave for the airport to pick up both of my kids again for an off season holiday visit. It's been over a years since my boy has been in my home. Young roots of my new life are being established, just as his are in college. We're all growing up and into the awareness that home in one sense is a location. More importantly, home is that feeling when you are with those with whom you are safe. I'm remembering what safety feels like. I can't wait to welcome them into my world.