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Let's see, last I wrote it was right before Thanksgiving. We had a wonderful time with my family. We had some new friends over to our home for Thanksgiving dinner and it was such a joy to host them all. Then began the mad dash to leave 3 weeks later on Dec. 12. We headed back east for Christmas, New Year... a month of being HOME or so we thought.
I think I can say that we felt like the east is more home than our desert apartment. Or, is it? When we left on the 12 we were thrilled to be heading back there to see family, friends, comfortable-known places and things. And we did! We jam-packed so much into almost every minute (when one of us wasn't sick with some bug or another) that the whole 4 weeks really flew by. So, if we were "home" then why did we miss home so much?
I have been thinking a lot about this as we gear up for the spring. Home. One of my best friends has been thinking about the same idea for awhile and has all but decided to move back to her home in PA. I have other friends from my "home town" that want to move back and others that consider their new homes, home. And, for me, my idea of it has changed with our time back east.
So what is it? What makes home, home?
Looking back over the past 5 weeks, I think a lot of it has to do with routine. I mean it sounds boring and 10 years ago I would have said NO way do I want a life so predictable and familiar. But, now with hubs in school and juggling working and mommying the LG (who is now a very fast and funny 19 mos) there is something so wonderful in routine. There is something quite special in knowing that every afternoon the weather will be nice enough to walk to the park with our great neighbors. Or, if it's raining we can go to the nearby mall and play in their play area because you know it won't be raining for days. And, things like knowing that it will only take you 20 minutes to get to the office (instead of 1.15 hr one way commute back east).
So, tell me... what do you think? What makes home a home?
