Where Do I Live?

Having lived in so many places sometimes I awake in the morning and before opening my eyes I forget in which bedroom I sleep. This morning, hearing the sounds of the summer birds chirping, I thought I was back in my bedroom in Stamford. Then, as I drifted further, my mind wandered to London. Again I wandered and this time it was Houston. In the end it is Alameda in which I live.

I am reading a story about Marie Antoinette and the early days of her marriage have touched my heart as it reminds me of the seven years I lived in such sadness. I think that is why I am dreaming of so many homes.

Image of Kristen Dunst from the film Marie Antoinette directed by Sofia Coppola

There's No Place Like Home

I had the most spectacular feeling this evening coming home to my house. My friends John and Maureen drove me back to Alameda after dinner in Hayward and as we approached my house I though, "hey, that's my house." As I walked in I felt like I was really coming home as opposed to just arriving at the place where I stay. These warm feelings of love for my housemates Stacey and Stefan welled up in my heart.

A few factors were at play. First, the fancy mixed drinks we had for dinner put me in a happy state-of-mind. But also it was the affection I saw between Stacey and Stefan this morning as they flirted. This is the couple I knew before they had two boys. It was a little peak into the affection that holds their relationship together at the core.

So fantastic to live in a loving home with great friends, their sister and two crazy kids and their. Redefines family.