It's Monday morning in Olympos, Turkey, a seaside backpacker hamlet built amidst ancient Lycian ruins that dot the forest and rocky Mediterranean beach. It's an improbable place, and I can't really describe it. I'm here with Rebecca, and tomorrow we'll make a long journey back to New York together. She's been away since early June.
I wrote this quick meditation on homecoming the day before I left for this trip. At face value, it was a funny thing to write just before leaving home. But coming home doesn't mean coming back to my apartment, or going back to New York. Coming home means coming to Rebecca, and that's what I was about to do. This is an "almost there" tune.
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Wait up for me
I'm on my way home
Wait up for me
I'm on my way home
My way home
Wait up for me
I'm on my way home
Wait up for me
I'm on my way home
My way home