There’s a quiet truth in the way distance reshapes what we call home. It stops being a fixed place and becomes something more fluid,an accumulation of memory, absence, and return. Perhaps we never truly leave home; we only learn to carry it differently.
There’s a quiet truth in the way distance reshapes what we call home. It stops being a fixed place and becomes something more fluid,an accumulation of memory, absence, and return. Perhaps we never truly leave home; we only learn to carry it differently.
You’re a magnificent storyteller, Nemo. I take such joy from reading and learning. Thank you~
Have you eaten yet? Good. Let’s talk about Jerusalem. I really enjoyed that!
🙏🏼 Honestly, that line made me laugh while writing it… because it felt like the most Jewish thing imaginable.