when we arrived at my parent's house, i didn't expect to feel the way i felt.
it was like coming home.
i know that sounds silly, given that it was my home,
but i am not the type person who generally feels deep connection to a place.
people, yes, but places, not often.
when i walked into the kitchen, and looked out the window,
the water, the smells,
my eyes welled up.
i have a deep connection to this place,
this place i called home for a time.
connection is good.
belonging is good.
feeling the water in your blood,
that is magic.