Well you never know how far from home you’re feeling
Until you watch the shadows cross the ceiling
Well I don’t know but I can see it snowing
In your car the windows are wide open
Come on home
Come on home
No you don’t have to be alone
Just come on home
- Summer’s End, Song by John Prine
I’m not sure where home is anymore. I don’t think I’ve known for a very long time. So before the summer ends and the winter comes, I wander. From the place where my house is, to my parent’s house, to the houses of my college friends, to the lakes where I spent my summer childhoods, to my sister’s house, and to the city where I grew up.
I didn’t find home while I was out wandering but I think that’s ok. I’m alright with having to keep looking.
