where is home?
bethany
for me, home has always been an anchor. a haven, a place so delicious to come home to that it makes the trips all the more savory. i remember many trips to El Salvador and Peru when I was younger, in which the layers of grime built up, slowly, to a point where you could pretty much scrape the crust off your skin with a fingernail. layers of sweat and dirt and pollution and grime that almost took on a life of their own. the badge of "i went waaay off the beaten path" to the trip-collecting-junkie that i was becoming. (showers not being exactly plentiful, or even possible in most cases).
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