"It sure is hard to leave you Carey,
but it's really not my home."
My 24 hour vacation is coming to a close, so I give the old vinyl one more spin.
When I was just a little peach, ripening in my mother's belly,
she'd play Blue on the record player
so I could get to know Joni—
so I could get to learning where to go when the big sorrows came and
things felt lonely and
"Call her Green,
for the children who've made her."
This album is like a compass,
always showing me the way back to my heart.
So when I opened the door to my room yesterday and saw an old copy of it sitting on the record stand I thought,
"I can be at home here."
And so I have.
What a difference a day makes.