“Home” to me is many places.
I grew up in rural northern N.J. I went to college and grad school in DC and spent several years there after school. I have lived in El Salvador and Argentina. And now for the past two and a half years, I’ve lived in Michigan.
This past weekend I went home to N.J. I was really bummed on the plane because the flight pattern we were on was putting the Manhattan skyline on the opposite side of the plane from where I could see, and that’s my favorite part about landing–seeing the skyline.
But it was as though someone was listening, because suddenly we looped around (over the water actually) and came in on an angle that gave me a breath-taking view of Manhattan on a clear, blue day. I could see the Statue of Liberty and the whole skyline to my right, and felt chills coarse through me as we gently bumped to our landing. Continue reading “Taking Bits of “Home,” Home”