“Home is an illusion we all chase.”
My roommate said this in conversation a few years back, and it has continued to reverberate in my mind over the past few days.
I have no idea which feels more like home, America or here.
But I can tell you what did feel like home:
being received into twenty-five hugs from friends and family at the airport in Little Rock.
being received into twenty-five hugs from the neighborhood children on our dusty little street.
Both were absolutely beautiful.