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When I think of home ...

I imagine it's not uncommon to envision living in different places.

When I travel, it's become pretty common for me. I picture living in the city or town I'm visiting. I have my routine - checking rentals on Craigslist, seeing how many yoga studios there are, and of course, Are there Jews? A girl needs her tribe.

I'm comfortable also blaming my friends for enabling me in the whole routine. In their defense they just want me to live where they live because they love me, & I get it.

But it's tapping me out, this search for the ultimate home.

"No place is perfect". Wise words from my wise mom.

You can make a list of the pro's and con's of every last city in the USA and no one place will have everything you desire. And for me, the "everything I desire" can change and morph. I'm flexible and accommodating. I confuse myself even further.

So I wonder what exactly it is I'm desiring - a city, a town, a farm, left or right coast. Some place I've never considered?

Or perhaps, I'm seeking simplicity: A resonance with the earth I'm planted on, an inside sanctuary where I can create and where I can relax into, a green space outside.

Well, I know for sure (when I remember) that all those things are everywhere around me always, I just need to really see. I mean, I'm sitting in Starbucks right now getting all creative in this blog. And there's some foliage outside the window to my left. I feel pretty peaceful and within myself.

So I guess maybe it's not really always about the home, the structure itself, the town and its surroundings, if I wanna drum it down further. Perhaps it's just the feeling I get when I imagine each place, the feeling behind those things.

And maybe what I'm really seeking anyhow are things like security, health, more creativity, and inner peace?

If I can stop thinking and planning my future home for just a sec, I really do remember that all those outside things are always with me, inside me.

Jeesh! I sing about this stuff all the time.

When I think of home ... hmm ...  would be great if they had a Craigslist that's a roadmap back to the center of my heart. Instead of dropdown menus with number of bedrooms and max price for a home rental, there are dropdown menus with choices surely leading me closer to the truth of it all. Instead of max price I could choose "max bliss". Or something like that.

Yes, the perfect home is in my perfect heart.

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