I miss home today, in its most essential form. It partly has to do with memories of family and growing up. I never thought I would find one place that could find its way into my heart as home. I have traveled all my life, home became my family, not the house, not the place, not my friends. Home, now, is still my family, my children, this place we built our life together. Yet home also is the one where I went from being a child to becoming a young woman. Toronto and Baltimore have a special place in my heart. Tonight, I miss those homes - the snowclad streets of TO as I fought through TTC stops and puffy winter jackets, warm Timmy’s dates with my sister and long walks with my mom. I miss Baltimore, the hustle and bustle of Homewood campus, my first ever apartment, walks to cold stone creamery with my friends, and my long rambling evenings lost in the Barnes and Noble. I don’t know if I miss the times gone by, the people or the places. I know that when I revisit those places, my heart literally freezes trying to rewind all those memories. I have to remind myself those were good times, this here now is a great time and the future will be phenomenal as well. Sometimes it works, sometimes I feel anxious like I am trying to convince myself but failing miserably. I never had a yen to revisit those places I lived in as a child, but these two towns call to my soul like only one other place. The third place which calls to my soul when I am away for more than a week...my home with my husband and kids in DFW. Home. Blessed.