I spent most of the summer on Ocracoke, of course, where I could put things away in drawers and small cubby holes.
I then spent a couple of weeks at the Fringe Festival in Indianapolis before I actually could unpack the suitcase.
Wherever home is for each of us, we need to find that place where we have our own special teacup, grandma's quilt and our books.
Home can change, but the name doesn't.
Virginia took this photo while biking a couple of weeks ago. This scene is just a bike away for me. Enjoy.