Coming home in the dark, catching a slice of moon through the branches of the cedar tree, turning the key in the lock, dropping the suitcase, closing the door — home after days away. Home to boxes of new books from Amazon on the porch, mail from an old friend, piles of newspapers past with dire unread warnings (and yet the world kept turning), holy sanctified crisp clean sheets on the bed, the voluptuous curves of the overstuffed chair by the door. Did the house miss me as much as I missed the house? My tiny slice of home, snugged under the cedar tree with the red birdfeeder in its branches. Taking out the trash, I stand in the dark front yard and admire the lighted windows from the outside, the way I’ve often done passing by strangers’ houses in the night. But this time, they shine for me. Coming home in the dark.
It's not on a map. There's no zip code, area code, dress code. There's a honky tonk just down the road, the moon is always full, maybe there's a pecan tree in the backyard and an old red truck in the driveway, the houses are faded aqua and neon pink, Frida Kahlo is the patron saint, and I'd live here full-time if I could...this is my ode to inspiration.-
Founder and Publisher of Skirt! Magazine. Writer, editor, blue Kentucky girl exiled in South Carolina, country mouse longing for a penthouse, sometime recluse, sometime party girl. 
The things that inspire me to turn off tv and turn on imagination, to get off my couch and get creative, plus bits and pieces on keeping a journal, the writing craft, collagery, photography and assorted other arty alchemy.
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- Appreciate conceptual art
- Have a friend named India
- Wear a beret
- Pretend to love anime
- Appreciate Marc Jacobs ads
- Own a Prius
- Live in Marfa, Texas
- Go to Burning Man
- Live in Park Slope, Brooklyn
- Understand Dutch design
- Snag an all-access pass
- Walk in high heels without wobbling
- Stay at the San Jose Hotel in Austin, TX
- Hail a cab like a city girl
your ode to home is beautiful
Oh what a feeling indeed! Sometimes I make a mess preparing to leave on a trip, but always always make sure the bedlinens are changed so I know the feeling of coming home tired and falling into crisp clean sheets. I go stand in the yard at night too and see what my lighted windows look like to passerby. Loved this post!
I love traveling but I love even more coming home.
I do not currently have a home I love coming back to, unfortunately, but I am grateful I have A home, and dogs – they're always great to come home to, no matter where you live.