coming home

it's a funny thing, coming home.  there is a surprising familiarity to this place, this place in alaska i had months ago decided felt too foreign to ever be home.  and yet.  i find myself savoring this sunny day, happily folding laundry, sitting slowly on the steps to read a book in the air that smells of lilacs.  i am surprised to feel an odd sense of contentment here.

where did it come from?  is it only in the going away that i feel it?  does that mean its very real or very false?  or is it just about this moment in time?  

i have oodles of pictures to post to this languished blog.  10 days in ireland were a blast.  one thought is here: www.youngadultcatholics-blog.com (the post called "st. bridget"...that's right, i'm a blogger for young adult catholics.  every other friday.  stay tuned!).  i will post them soon.

for now, greg just arrived home with oodles of crabs from the crabpots on north douglas.  yum!

summer.  its summer. even in juneau, it comes.  i think i forgot.