Home is where...

I'm in the US, meeting the French family. Much easier than expected. And, you know what? I really can't figure out which country -- the US or France -- feels more comfortable for a Canadian. We're sort of somewhere in between, I think. To the Americans, I think I fall closer to France (even without being French) and the to French, I fall closer to the Americans. Depending on the topic of discussion, of course.

Since I returned home to Canada, I've had my first taste of being homeless... or at least of missing home because I now consider that to be more than one place. So, I guess it doesn't matter where I am now. It seems I'm always going to be on my way somewhere else anyway.

A woman I met on the plane told me that there was a certain sadness in having too many homes. You can always think of something you miss...