Home and Home

Today I jumped on the Jet Blue 11:00 out of JFK and winged it to the left coast for work.  Getting off the plane in LA , picking up my luggage, and seeing my mom there was incredible.  Just seeing her beautiful smiling face said one word to me… home.  Yet being in Brooklyn also says one word to me… home.  Sometimes I feel a little disjointed; how can someone have two places that feel equally like home?  But it’s not the place.  It’s who is in the place that makes it home.  In LA it’s my mom, dad, and sisters.  In NY, it’s JP and our friends.  And many times, the twain do meet.  I’m a lucky girl.

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