109 days… that’s how long it’s been since I’ve slept in a bed I’ve called ‘home’ - house, condo, apartment or otherwise. Yet the feeling of home has never been about a place, external or internal. A connection to the external, for me, is an attraction. A connection to the internal, for me, is peace. … and a connection to home, for me, are the people who fill the spaces within the two. This trip I have been blessed with so many experiences… … happy, sad, timely, consequential, abundant and everything in between. But when I felt most at home was when I found alignment within my own values and those who share the same - spoke or unspoken. I’ve learned that in different environments and cultures, some won’t understand your words (whether a language barrier exists or not)… but if you remain in alignment with yourself, those whom won’t need words to understand you will appear. … and that is now my definition of what home means to me. - Travel continues, only this time with a differe...