by Katie Maehl
Pictures by Sanna Lagesen Fenheim
What’s hard about this age
is finding home at every stage
I will never be completely at home again,
because parts of my heart
will always be elsewhere.
The price to pay
for the richness of loving and knowing people
and more places.
I noticed home today
in the amount of conditioner left in the bottle on my shower’s ledge.
I won’t need to refill it,
I’ll be gone soon anyways.
I noticed
from the scent of the sweet rain today
that I wish I could kidnap and seal it in a jar
to take with me
whenever I want to go home.
And I noticed today
that the people softest to me
they all shared,
“I write.”
It’s how I know they’re free.
I want to be like my grandma
and her daughters
but also, me.
I guess I notice
home in many places
but mostly people
and the trees interlaced;
that feels like home to me too.
Katie Maehl (f. 2001) studerer psykologi.
