Coming home

I'm back home for the first time in six months. It's been a couple of cold and grey June days. It feels about right. I drove up the west side of the Canal to get to Port Townsend. Then down the west wide of the Puget Sound to get to a family wedding yesterday. One thing I miss about being home is tracing water as a means of getting from point A to B. It smells salty and the breeze is damp. I always need to come home for that. I do miss the water. Being home this time is simpler than the last. It's been getting easier the more settled I start to feel in Oregon. That, and I almost never come home so missing it is put off with each postponement of a chance to return home. But, now when I am home in washington, there are things I miss about Oregon. That balance helps me appreciate what I have hear that I will never have there and enjoy my time away from my new home because, now, it's one I want to return to.