a thousand miles from my front door
I’m farthest from any
comfort-zoned concept
of home
we’re drinking, clinking
celebrating the future of everything
eulogizing the last twenty-some years
of figuring it out and miraculously
ending up here
I wonder how explorers felt
when their feet planted on unchartered land
and realized that
home is anywhere you make it so
davidbruceblog #2 