Look Me Up When You’re Home, is the unintentional journey towards forgiveness and self growth beginning the summer of 2012. In an attempt to understand myself, I often wrote to estranged family, strangers, guilt, depression, bar stools, talk radio stations, my fathers collection of vinyls, broken bones, drunken stupors, sleeping in, second-chances, and myself.
I have much more to learn in my life, and I am thankful for all of the people who have shared their lives with me, in minutes and in years. To those who challenged me to be someone I could love and to those who were kind to me when I did not deserve it, thank you.
Through it all I have realized home is not a destination.
Home is grief. Home is inclusion. Home is kindness. Home is love stretched over four oceans, eight countries, and seven years.
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