


I started this year off with a guiding question:
How expansive can a sense of home be?
With that, I’ve also engaged in a practice. I’ve tried to be frugal in a lot of directions so I can be less frugal in one. Once a month, I have traveled to see loved ones. And without fail, all the weekends I’ve done this have been the very best months of the year. I can feel my nervous system settle, and I can feel my desires come more alive every single time I do this.
And within that, I have been energized to come home to Michigan and prioritize the same kinds of relationships here, too. How expansive can a sense of home be? Michigan is home; each of these places is home. My people are my home.
So I’m asking it again. How expansive can a sense of home be?
And how might that be true for you, too, whether you actually travel or not?
— Renee Roederer
P.S. I’m also reminded of this Billy Joel song.