

Looking for Home in All the Wrong Places
There is a strange habit I’ve developed over the years. Every city I visit… Every restaurant I walk into… Every coffee shop… Every little bookstore hidden down a side street… I’m looking for something. Not consciously at first. But eventually I catch myself scanning the room, noticing the people, the atmosphere, the conversations, wondering… “Could this be it?” That one place where my shoulders finally relax. That place where time slows down. That place that somehow feels lik

Paula Temian
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