It isn't the memory of my deepest layer of home, but part of my memory of home resides here, in Toronto, where we are visiting this weekend.
There's never enough to visit everything, see everyone.
But the being here is enough. The spaces I remember. The familiar streets and sounds. This was home. Home remains in me, but my memory remains in the places I inhabited.
This is the feeling of homecoming, of returning.
(Sometimes I experience this in places I have never been. Like our brief day in Japan this summer.)
I am here. It is enough.
It is more than enough.
(This photo is not from this trip, it is from our visit upstate last month. I will try to upload some photos from this trip tomorrow, but if I can't, then I will post them Monday.)