It embraces a crowd with ease. It offers sanctuary to a family that wants to escape the chaos of the world. It envelops a solitary inhabitant with peace and quiet. It has become my home away from home where I can read, write, meditate, entertain, dream, and spoil my family and friends.
I used to feel like just a guest, albeit a very welcomed guest. When I would drive up to our beach home, I felt a little like an outsider that was treading on foreign territory. I used to feel like I was trespassing, or merely pretending to belong.
Not any more. As I drive up Coast Avenue to the lovely peach and beige home at the top of the hill, now I feel like it is just an extension of of my family, of myself. It is now just the other place that I live.