HOME IS WHERE...
After three months out of the country, my own apartment was eerily familiar. Every piece of furniture painstakingly chosen, every glass and plate selected for its color and shape. It's home in the city. It was a curious and surprising feeling, not to feel at home in the cottage and not yet feeling at home in my own apartment.
I did find the one place I felt at home: my little laptop. As horrifying a thought as this is, my laptop was the place I was connected to. That silver rectangle with the apple on top was my bridge between two worlds. There is no place like home, but sometimes home can take on a whole new meaning.