🌱 it smells of honeysuckle flowers out by my balcony and that’s when i’m reminded that i’m not desert living anymore. it’s all the little things that remind me that i’ve left what i always called home. the way the sun doesn’t set until much past eight during summer and pacific standard time is no longer mine. it’s the way everyone says “pop” instead of soda. or how no one wears a helmet while riding their motorcycle, no one. the way there’s still plastic bags at the grocery stores. it’s the price of gasoline. it’s all the little things that remind me i’ve left my roots only to plant new ones. and it wasn’t until now, that i realized my heart has two homes.