Home.
Usually, it's a place where you were born, a place where you raise a family.
But I realize home is within me, it goes where I go. It can be wherever I meet my tribe, where my heart continues to beat.
Home isn't a building, a room with four walls, furniture, and a mortgage. Home begins inside my soul, and I get to decide where it evolves and who I share it with.
Many of you believe this is a dream come true, traveling across the country. Seeing all these new cities and states.
I had dreams of being married for 80 years. Dreams about living in the same house my children grew up in that my grandchildren would come visit in. I thought those were meant for me, except they werent. At least not right now.
Dreams change, people alter themselves, addresses get updated, and sometimes you notice different constellations in the night sky.
If I take away those dreams, I allow myself to live in this one with these three incredible human beings. the only thing that matters more than those wishes, hopes, and dreams are those of my intelligent Riddle, my wild Wolfe, and my little angel, Lou.
Maybe my steps with them help them become confident in their own. Right now, we can claim to be homeless. But I have never felt more happiness, more love, more hope before. And I believe this is what home should always feel like, free to be, free to see, free to breathe, and most importantly, free to conquer the world on my terms.