My brain works in an interesting way. I guess all of ours do... I've been traveling for the last three weeks; touring with Rory, going to Bonnaroo, seeing the Wall for the last time, seeing college friends, and finally going to NYC for the first time in a year and a half for a wedding. It was a very emotionally heavy trip, especially that last part...I had many expectations of what it would be like to be back, some were met, some were not. What I did take away from the trip was that New York isn't my home anymore, it's a place that holds fond memories, growth and a lot of potential. LA is my home now and being away from it made me aware that I do take comfort in that. I may not be fully rooted yet, but things are shifting and settling in.
One thing I am very glad I got to do a lot of was cook and sit around a table with a handful of very important people. We laughed, cried, drank and ate. It was fabulous. It reinforces the fact that sitting around the table sharing a meal with people I love is where I find my community. It's where I experience great joy with the most important people in my life.
I'm currently on a plane, eager to get back to LA, and these thoughts came out of my mouth: "the key to a roast chicken is to cut through the bone after it's cooked a little cooled." I mean, duh, right? AND, "how can I make that curry rice pilaf with out using the box mix...what seasoning should I use...I think Rory would like it." OR "I bet I could make a whole meal out of orzo, fresh parsley, tomatoes and some shredded gruyere or parm." I'm excited to go home and set my table again, work in my kitchen, re-establish myself in MY home.
What makes for a "home" moment for you?
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