Home. That’s what I thought when I pulled my suitcase off the MAX trolley through the cold wet streets of Portland, my feet sloshing through piles of soggy limp leaves starting to break down back into earth. I’m home.
That was November of last year. I’d taken 3 months to live & volunteer in New Zealand at a wonderful meditation retreat, hiking through world class national parks – totally lost in the Lord of the Rings environment – surrounded by lovely humans from all over the world, connecting over card games & live music (one of the most beneficial aspects of being starved of wifi), in the Spring of the Southern Hemisphere. But I was really looking forward to being home. The whole time.