I happen to have a weakness for John Denver. I know, I know. You probably never would have guessed, right?

This morning, once again, downing coffee at record pace I heard him. I heard those lines, “radio reminds me of my home far away. Driving down the road I get a feeling that I should have been home yesterday … yestteeeeerrrrdaaaayyyy.”

And I was taken back. Like Paris, with métro tickets and museum stubs … I was transported … home.

Back to Virginia. Back to driving home from Virginia Tech on I-81. Getting closer and closer, playing John D. Calling Maman, letting her know – I was almost there.

Calling all my friends. The excitement of us being together again. Picking up where we left off.

Here I sit now … wondering.

Where has this time gone? Feeling a yearning for home … a home that I don’t feel now. Not like in Virginia … maybe that’s how one always feels about the place they grew up?

It’s interesting because I don’t feel a yearning to be there again … it’s more that feeling I’m yearning for … even in Cali, despite my complete love for L.A., I still thought of Virginia as home.

Or maybe. Maybe … it’s not even home … it’s some sort of security I’m looking for. Or the idea of a security of what home is … what that means.

And just to keep you posted, since it is the first of November, the open toed sandals remain.

For now.