Returning home is always a strange experience — and concept for me now.

What is home, any way?

A feeling, a place, a memory? A person?

All of the above?

Sunday Brother and I are taking our amazing mama home, to D.C.

I am dreading this — as it means she is leaving and I am beside myself with anticipation that I will have an uninterrupted 48 hours to myself.

An entire day to myself on Monday. Let alone an entire afternoon and evening to myself on Sunday.

What we’re planning: Long walks upon long walks. Starting each morning at Compass Coffee, the new one, on Wilson Boulevard.

Georgetown. Whole foods. Kombucha.

My favorite neighborhoods during my favorite time of my year.