It sure feels like home. As of a few days ago it seemed my bike or car always pulled me in the direction of my “old” house we recently sold. Not sure why. I don’t miss it all that much. The neighbors were (are) great and I cherish past moments with them and look forward to talking soon and catching up. I don’t miss it but kept being pulled back there by second nature? Habit? Regret? Whatever or however it happened, repeatedly I’d find myself pointed in the direction of my old home port.

Tonight, rolling home along back roads and main streets I didn’t have the feeling I was headed in the wrong direction. Pulling into my drive tonight felt right. Perfect, Mine. Complete.

Standing here in my driveway seeing my house with our cat in the window, hearing my dog barking then pausing to see my neighbors kids racing by on Razor Scooters made me happy and felt complete. Seeing my neighbors garage open and looking into his workshop where he tinkers late into the night. Over across the street where a bunch of new neighbors gather each Sunday night for “trash Sunday” drinks on the circle. Home at last…

I am ready to once again call this my Casa-