Homing Devise

I’m traveling out east tomorrow  There’ll be a family reunion and then I’ll stay with Ed while Pam gets a break.  I’ve done the prep, packed, finally vacuumed and washed the floors/, and feel kinda dazed.  It’s like I haven’t been settled Here long enough to have an anchor as I travel to somewhere Else.     Home needs to be like a felt sense homing devise.  It’s interesting how my car’s gps has figured it out with out any input from me. It now tells me how far I a from home and it means here.   I wonder when I’ll feel that in my bones        Honey’s getting it. She knows where to turn when we’re out for walks.  But when we go to the farm she disappears into her labyrinth of farm smells,  poop and carrion

What makes something home… I remember when I moved mom from her independent apartment into Assisted Living.  Her memory was gone and I was worried shed be scared and bot know where she was  but she told me that though she didn't know where she was , she know she was in the right place because she recognized her furniture and pictures.     So maybe seeing my beloveds furniture and pictures will become my gps’s homing devise