Salty Times of Life

Like I said, this weekend was healing. Last week was my roughest week of the move, so far. Unbeknownst to my husband, I kept finding my wet face saying things like "I just want to go home". I don't even know where "home" is. I wasn't picturing a place. I suppose I was picturing a less salty state of life. A comfortable state. Home has become more of a feeling than a place. Perhaps, I'm just longing to "feel at home".