welcome home song

Sunrise-Window-Home-Sweet-Home

Touchdown.
It’s such a different energy here.
I can hear animals and birds chirp and there’s quietitude.
The sun hides behind the trees as it rises.
The origins of that sun belongs somewhere else,
To the East, to New York.

Lots of hanging out in this town.
Friends at bars hashing out their next big thing.
Drinks, cigarettes and mouths chomping on tacos from hot spot food trucks around the corner.
Winter is upon us, they flash layered shirts and exotic scarves bought off Esty stores somewhere in Hungary.

I’m interrupted and look back at him.
He says the sun sets in the West so why not honor it daily, “We should do that more often now that you’re back.”
I smile and look out the window, breathing in the LA air.
I look back at my time in NY and wonder if I appreciated the sun rising as often as I could’ve.
(Oh, could’ve, should’ve, would’ve.)

“Let’s go home.”

I walk through my space…the first time in weeks.
I forgot I had these shoes, that bra, those dishes.
There are tasks I left undone before I left, “Liza, get to this later.”
It’s like I’m following a ghost’s footsteps through old breadcrumbs that have cemented.
Things have changed.
(Oh change, how thrilling and scary you are!)
I have matured, yet again.
I have learned so much since my departure late September.

Dust and spider webs cover the modem (internet not working again).
I reboot.
I recharge.
I restart the computers.
Fresh page on all fronts.
He’s not great at cleaning, I smile to myself.
Here we are. Simple and in love.

I think of my mum and dad.
A 20-something year marriage and, upon their return to Australia, they started over.
No home, a busted up rental car, living in a friend’s bedroom.
Dreaming up the next chapter of their lives like novices to the game.
They are (dad was/mum is) the perfect example of beginner’s mind.

We are not at 20 years but this is my man.
A man who has known me long enough.
He stirs in the other room, I hear his light snores.
I am interrupted and look out the window.
The birds in the trees, singing me a welcome home song.

Why thank you.