This morning, with another move not too far on the horizon, in thinking about the notion of “home,” I was remembering how one year, the address of the apartment where I lived was hyphenated, and how right that felt, because that year felt so intensely transitional, (as they all do, it turns out).

And at the time, I was trying to learn to find a way to be at home amidst so much shifting. And then this hyphen in my address – even the address contained movement.


The internet is so weird, within a few seconds i could find my very doorway.  with its missing E.