This Thanksgiving, I went home.
I haven’t been home in over three years.
Sometimes in order to move forward, you’ve got to go back to where it all began. I found this very true for me this trip. I needed to see where I had come from, the things that had formed me, catch glimpses of the young woman I used to be so many moons ago. I finally got to meet my niece and nephew (and my neice’s outrageous hair). I walked the beach. I listened close. I loved and laughed.
It was a reboot desperately needed. Here’s a few scenes from our trip.
