When You're Here, You're Family

(Sorry, this isn't about Olive Garden)

I’ve spent most of my life looking for home. That elusive, sometimes imaginary, place of belonging and rest and authenticity. 

The closest I ever came to a concrete home was my grandparents’ house. I moved around a lot as a kid; even within the same city; but my grandparents lived in the same house until I was almost 12. It was nice to have a place to go…