I was taking a shower last night, I had my eyes closed and in my mind I imagined myself standing under the shower in Nambe NM where we once owned a magical home. I imagined myself in Santa Fe New Mexico, Marina Del Rey California, Warsaw Poland and Long Beach California. These are all places that we have lived in the past decade or so. With my eyes closed they all felt the same.
It doesn’t really matter where we live, it really doesn’t, it’s just a space we occupy. What makes every single place that I have lived special is not the location but the person that was with me in that space. It’s the people we choose to share our space with that makes it special. It’s the memories that are made in that space with the people you hold dear to you that make a space more than just four walls.
Musings by OZ 