I forgot what the strangeness of a new place felt like. How awkward the first few moments, even though everything also feels so right. A fitting into a brand new outfit that hasn't been adjusted to the bodies contours. It is in these fresh new days that I re-learn what it means to sink into something. To not enter with trepidation. To crease the fabric as you shape into a new form. To let yourself define a space. I did not remember how to let myself come into a new room. All I felt was the expansiveness of the unknown haunting my bones as I walked in the room as an unannounced guest. Yet this challenge of the newness has ripened me to new levels I had not predicted. This new place is exactly what I needed to re-learn how to come into myself, with no container to hold me. All this un-predictability has been an initiation I had not thought possible, forming a home in my being from the mud of my shadow. Having left the comfort of the known and all the needs that kept me safe and maintained, I see there are no places that can hold me. Home is not a place, but a welcoming into one self.