A Northcountry Sampler
Someone casually asked me the other day, “So, where’s home?” I stood there looking confused for a while until I noticed that she was getting uncomfortable, and then blurted out, “It’s complicated!” Because it is. I had been used to thinking of home as a house, or at least a set of people that I’m most familiar with, or even a city where I spend most of my time. But now, when I have no house, I move from place…