It has been a day full of fog. Do you like fog? I had a friend who said fog made her feel claustrophobic. I was so surprised, as I have always found fog to be comforting, enveloping, a bit like a cacoon, I imagine. But I am so glad my friend told me that. It serves as a reminder that we each experience life in a unique way. Today, as i enjoyed the fog, I was also aware of another perspective. I thought, also, about moisture made visible, be it rain or snow or sleet. That turned my mind to the humidity that is so much a part of my life when I am in Alabama. The cool tendrils of fog please me, but give me humidity as it forms in the south, and I am miserable. Both are air thick with moisture. Yet they are so different.
My maiden name comes from the words: sea farer. I imagine my ancestors sailing through the seas. I think of how many years I lived on an island and how the sound of the foghorn and of the bell buoys called to me. It is good to be home, good to know that i still feel at home here after so many years of living “away.”
I realize I have two homes now. Alabama is one of those. I have family and friends and history there now. Instead of choosing between, I am learning to add on.
Tell me about your homes in this world. What places call to you?