Yes... home.

At my sister's soccer game today, I wrapped a blanket around my knees and huddled deep into my college sweatshirt to hide from the wind. Wobbly lines and Vs of geese crossed the wide blue dappled sky now and then. I couldn't stop staring at the trees, at the oranges and reds and golds I've longed for. Leaves soared out into the air above those trees, dancing on the wind and raining down on the grass.

I feel a little like one of those leaves - swirling into town on the breeze. I don't know what to make of it all, now that I've landed. It's stopped feeling as novel as it did the first time. I didn't marvel at every detail of my house when I opened the door, and even the sight of my neat, vacated room seemed normal and unremarkable.