3** Lee Drive

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e. It’s where I am now with my wife and children. It’s not this apartment, but this is the place that home fills.I spend a lot of time here — I work here; I play here; I sleep. I am especially confined to these four walls during this time of year where, like today, it was far too cold for a walk or even a few breaths of fresh air. Sometimes I get tired of it — this physical space we saturate; but when I think about what we’ve made of it all, I stand amazed.We’ve left our mark.It makes me think of all who occupied this space before us. What kind of memories did they leave behind? Do they still reflect on those moments — those moments at 3** L

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ee Drive? I wonder if those memories have seeped into the walls and become the stains that surround us. I wonder if our memories will too; they’ll be painted over, I’m sure, but they’ll still be there, behind layers of new beginnings.When we leave, we’ll leave knowing we made marks, memories, stains; forever places that can be covered but not replaced. We made these moments special. We made these memories unfading. We did these things because we were here, not there — we were present. And wherever we are present, we are home.© <a href="http://micahjosiah.medium.com"></a><a href="http://micahjosiah.medium.com">Micah Josiah</a>, 2023</article></body>

Finding Home

Home.

It’s the little things, the little ones, the simple evenings where I come off of work without an agenda and embrace the fullness of what’s before me. It’s where I am now with my wife and children. It’s not this apartment, but this is the place that home fills.

I spend a lot of time here — I work here; I play here; I sleep. I am especially confined to these four walls during this time of year where, like today, it was far too cold for a walk or even a few breaths of fresh air. Sometimes I get tired of it — this physical space we saturate; but when I think about what we’ve made of it all, I stand amazed.

We’ve left our mark.

It makes me think of all who occupied this space before us. What kind of memories did they leave behind? Do they still reflect on those moments — those moments at 3** Lee Drive? I wonder if those memories have seeped into the walls and become the stains that surround us. I wonder if our memories will too; they’ll be painted over, I’m sure, but they’ll still be there, behind layers of new beginnings.

When we leave, we’ll leave knowing we made marks, memories, stains; forever places that can be covered but not replaced. We made these moments special. We made these memories unfading. We did these things because we were here, not there — we were present. And wherever we are present, we are home.