On Returning Home

There is a moment, somewhere along the way, when you realize the road you have been walking does not lead away from home. It leads back.

You spent years gathering — places, names, versions of yourself you tried on like coats in a storm. Some kept you warm. Some you carried long after they stopped fitting.

The Remembering

Home is not a place you arrive at. It is a place you remember.

This is a Passage: not a lesson, not a map. An invitation to sit beside the water and let something in you grow quiet enough to hear it.

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What was never truly lost cannot be found. It can only be returned to.