I miss the ocean—
the tang of
cool, salty air
and sand
between my toes.

Almost time
to journey home.

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A note on “Salt”:

The ocean was a big part of my childhood. Whenever I long for home (whatever that may be), I always find myself thinking about that vast blueness–glittering and hopeful, dark and mysterious.

I didn’t have the best home life growing up, which is probably why I’ve never felt comfortable settling in one place for very long; I want to find my happiness before I put roots down. Two years is usually my timer to move–once I made it three years. I’ve been in California for a year and a half, and I already feel the East pulling me back in. Massachusetts is up next. Hopefully it will stick.

In the meantime, home will continue to be a feeling and not a place. It will be the better memories of my childhood combined with hot coffee, sweets, and love. It will be weekend mornings spent in the kitchen and quiet moments with my husband and toddler in the afternoon sun.

-Juniper