bliss.

(an excerpt from my Vegas notes)

Been thinking about the idea of "home" a lot lately-- I think I posted about it awhile ago. My ideas of home seem to be evolving as my life is changing, as my heart is changing shape and composition. I feel like I'm undergoing an alchemic change. I think that I am home where I can be quiet, where I can be fully Megan, in the quiet of my hotel room, in the midst of shrieking Las Vegas, I can see desert and know I am home. But I am home in mountains, too, and in water, and under trees. I can be home in the suburbs. I am most home at home, in the fields of corn and soybeans, but it is a relief to think that I can be home anywhere. And, I will add, that anywhere now must include Mike, as he is a catalyst of my change-- two elements joining, becoming something that is both wonderfully and obviously two parts, but also completely other.