I spent a huge chunk of the day working on my book. The time was one of my birthday gifts from Ginger. As I sat writing about home, I realized once again how much I have come to love Durham and the people who make it a wonderful city. Over the past few months as I have written about moving most all of my life and struggling to learn how to grow roots or feel as though I belong somewhere. In the process of writing the book, I have learned that home means different things at different times. I think more than one place in life can be home because it’s not a one time thing.
Seven years on here in Durham, after spending the day wandering around town on my fifty-eighth birthday, and still basking in the glow of a wonderful surprise Thursday Night Dinner last night, I feel at home here. I hold two cities close to my heart: Boston and Durham. I am fortunate to feel I belong to both of them.
And I had a great birthday. I feel celebrated, loved, and encouraged.