A Girl Named Leney

THE JOURNAL

Home Away From Home

A photo from Liverpool, England

By the beginning of next month I will have travelled to Georgia once, Hampton once, Tappahannock once, Charlottesville once and North Carolina not once but four times. 
All in the span of a few weeks.
Needless to say I've been getting pretty good at living out of a suitcase.

It's funny the little ways you make places here and there temporary home away from homes.
Whether it's by making yourself a cup of tea before bed, a familiar routine.
Or putting your journal on the bed side table, a familiar sight.
Or listening to a certain song as you get ready for the day, a familiar sound.
Or wearing that one sweatshirt that's your favorite, a familiar feel.
Or talking to a friend who somehow seems to embody all of these qualities into one big feeling of home.

I do love traveling.
But I also love my home.
Dorothy was right when she said there's no place like it.