My two homes.
West coast. East coast. Miles apart in so many ways yet I can’t imagine who I’d be without these two places and the people and the memories they hold.
Moving between them is always bitter sweet. No matter how many times I do it, it’s never easy. I’m happy. I’m sad. I’m all mixed up and wish I could have it all so I’d never have to leave someone or someplace I love for long again.
Until we manage to remove the whole middle of the country, I practice self-compassion. I’ve given up trying to decide if how I feel is “good” or “bad” or how to fix it. I just let myself feel it.
Oh, and I treat myself to a huge plate of nachos. #selfloveisdelicious 😉