Three weeks, six cities, two countries on different continents, travel by foot, car, 4-wheel drive and plane. Not a particularly abnormal three weeks of my life. In California I enjoyed wine country, in Michigan I was blessed with another week of stunning spring, and in Ethiopia I discovered regions I had not yet visited. Now I am back in California and am looking forward to a few weeks during which I will not be visiting an airport or living out of a suitcase.
week 18: San Luis Obispo, CA, USA
week 19: Kalamazoo, MI, USA
week 20: Ethiopia
a photo a day: week 17
location: San Luis Obispo, CA
As much as I love to travel, I love to come home. I love familiar feelings of places that I know, that share a piece of my story and a part of my history. I intuitively knew that this is different than nostalgia, but I could not make that thought tangible, so I looked nostalgia up in the dictionary.
Nostalgia is “a sentimental longing or a wistful affection for the past, typically a period or place with happy personal association.” (New Oxford American Dictionary)
This love of coming home is not a longing of the past. Instead it is a sense of belonging and a placement within history. My home is my haven where I am free to create and to simply breathe. It is my place of peace that I share with loved ones. Every time I move, I work to make my new house my home as quick as possible, and I am glad to say that as I fill the pores of this house with the smells of cooking and her walls with my photos it is becoming a home, a place I love to come home to.
Location: around Seattle, WA and Atlanta, GA
I started the week with friends north of Seattle and ended it at home with family in Atlanta. It was so good to be back in the region – I fell in love with the area years ago and simply love it. What I also remembered I do not love is not being able to see the sun. I think my whole family is heavily impacted by the sun. For example, just check out my sister-in-law’s news report over the magic of seeing the sun in Edinburgh (read: there was much celebration). Yes, we Cranes need to find homes where we can see the sun.
On Sunday I did a quick trip to the Martin Luther King Jr National Historic Site. This week I also finished Fredrick Douglass’s autobiography about his life in slavery. One of the things I love about living in the south is that it is difficult to ignore or gloss over this part of our nation’s history. It is ugly and horrific. But, in the midst of that ugliness, there is inspiration. There are people that have been great and have done great things. I am thankful for these people and their legacy; thankful that they helped to make a better story. I also cannot imagine what they had to endure. If you don’t know what I am talking about, read the autobiography linked above (it is less than 100 pages and costs less than $2), read something by Martin Luther King Jr, and visit sites like this one. I promise that it will be worth your while.
“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.”
~Martin Luther King Jr in his Letter from the Birmingham Jail, 1963.