each time i arrive in st. palais de négrignac, i am home. the twisting roads are familiar; i could walk them blindly. the aromas, the vistas, the hours spent in front of the fire. these things are all so comforting.
in my twenty-eight years on this earth, i have grown and found my voice. i've lost my way and found it again. this place has seen me as a young baby, as a wondrous child with an open heart, as a middle-school teen, and as a young adult. it has never once judged who i was or where i was going. it knew my intention; it knew my heart. it is the place where i come from.
it is so refreshing to see new places with new eyes. the wonder that comes with exploring the world. but, i have found that it can be equally refreshing to return to those places that whisper your name from afar as if to say 'come home, you belong here, in the vineyards, rolling around as the sun goes down'. this is the place that knows me often better than i know myself.
and after having just lost both of my grandmothers in the past few months, seeing my grandfather was all i wanted to do. being in this place, with him, is just as wonderful as life gets.
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