To my future self in the Summer of 2029,
Congratulations, our son just graduated! I imagine you’re on the cusp of something big. Not the typical things like how to get ready for college or how to say goodbye as friends depart.
No, it’s something more fundamental. A choice his mom and I didn’t have to make.
Where’s home?
He has two right now. That’s divorce. His mom and I do our best to make it feel fluid. But now he has the choice. Where does he want to go during breaks? I don’t know where I, nor his mom, will be. Can we still make him a home?
I need to detach from the sense that these walls make it home. This green couch and our twin beds are comfortable, but temporary. I need to create some other version with him in a thoughtful, kind-hearted way.
I suspect these walls will change one day. I hope that lovely people enter our lives. People with whom we want to share space.
I need to create an invitation. An invitation that transcends space and fills our hearts.
That’s home.
I’m starting now.
Craig
7 June 2026
