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My immediate family moved around a decent amount when I was a kid. As a young adult, I called “home” three places: where my grandparents lived, where my parents lived, and where I lived. Home has been more about people than place for me. And yet there are places I’ve visited that felt like somehow I was connected and rooted in the soil. My shoulders dropped and I felt more at ease.
Wondering:
What do you think about when you hear the word home?
What places or people provide space for you to take a deep breath and relax?
Stay curious friends!
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