After three attempts I finally made it back to Florida, my hometown and little beach bungalow. Although I left here at 18 it is a place that forever calls me back, and I call it home – and then question why. The table at the front entrance tends to collect things - mail, keys, change, garden flowers, beach finds – the days ramblings make an ever shifting tableaux. This morning I started in on the boxes stored of Mom’s letters and photos, I came across her beautiful handwriting and snaps of our family home on the Indian River. It felt a fitting pastime for (British) Mothers Day. Family memories placed next to our daily flotsam - aren’t they really the same thing? This got me thinking about what we bring with us on our journey, and what we shed. And I wonder, is home ever one place or something we carry in our hearts? #theseasonalhome #ramblings #mothersdaygift