“I wanna go home.” Mateo begs. The day had included a long scooter ride down the light rail trail. The heat was bouncing off the dark pavement through the colorful painted rug on the trail causing his arm to hang over his scooter as sweat dripped down the side of face. I feel like the boy has been sweating nonstop for days. Hannah tells me it is because his body can’t get used to this weather. Yes, after his short lifetime of 90% days that were in the 50’s and 70% in the rain, this is a lot of change for all of our bodies to take. I had run 4 miles that morning and basically felt like an olympian from how hard my body seemed to work with this new element to navigate. 
Smells wafting through the warm air are new too, most of the time it smells like wonderbread and cigarette smoke. As we keep walking/scooting, I wondered what it feels like for their eyes. All new sights too. New city skyline, new coffee shops, new roads to drive and sidewalks to walk, new kids to play with, new moms giving hugs, new food being served, new accents being spoken - my word, every sense must be going through a whirlwind. Every sense awakened, some pleasantly and some with surprise, but none the less - you are tasting, smelling, seeing and hearing so many unfamiliar things. And even I who have long known many of these am finding myself feeling foreign at times.  
Of course sweet boy you want to go home. I just have no idea how to explain home to you right now. I find myself wanting to say that home is wherever Hannah, mom and dad are - and maybe that can be enough but I know in my heart you are asking more than for a permanent house. You are asking when can you rest, you are asking if we get to all stay together, you are asking for a something that doesn't shock your senses, home is complex and we all seem to be constantly searching for it. Love you boy.