11/7 - returning home

I've lived on my own now for around four years, but there's something about returning home that gets me excited. Not all home trips are great but the act of returning somewhere you've left teaches you something about who you were and are. Sleeping in my old room, I'll find things from nearly a decade ago go that tell me about who I was then. But, it also shows me who I've become since then.

The sounds of that journey home are distinct; the bustle of airport concourses, the flight attendant's droning over the loudspeaker, the chime of the subway doors create a chorus. I decided to show you what my journey sounded like from the rain at Cleveland airport, to the train leaving Dulles.

The winter is always rough for me. The early darkness really forces me to recluse into myself. But, maybe if I change the framing, I can see it less as a problem and more like an opportunity. Maybe winter can afford me the opportunity to see who I was this year, and who I'm becoming. An internal "returning home", if you will.

Winter as an opportunity for reflection isn't a new idea, but I'll take it seriously this year. After all, it's too cold to do anything else but return home.