There’s no place like home…

25 Nov

I’ve just returned home from a week-long vacation; though it was a dream, I must admit I am completely exhausted.  This particular vacation marked a milestone in my life.  It was the first time that I ever spent Thanksgiving away from home.  We traditionally stay at home with family and fix all of the trimmings, so I feel liberated that I was able to spread my wings and break free just this once, but it comes bittersweet…as I called to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving I could hear all of the commotion in the background and that made me homesick.

There are many blurbs about home—it’s where the heart is, it’s where you hang your hat, it’s now where you live but who you’re with and so on and so on.  I realize that all of these ring true in some way.  I had my husband with me and our two daughters, so I had my heart.  But while we were away, we had to leave our three dogs, rabbit, 30 chickens, and four ducks behind.  So, we worried about them.  The lodge we stayed at was very comfortable and the people were friendly, but at the end of the day I longed to sleep in my own bed on my own pillow.  I missed waking up each morning to the sound of my roosters crowing and my dogs snuggling with me on the couch in the afternoons.

I did not take my computer with me on our trip so I was unable to write while I was away (which is something I missed terribly), but felt it was very important to concentrate solely on my family.   I only checked my email on my cell phone once or twice so I am now doing a lot of catching up.

One of my favorite movies of all time is the Wizard of Oz.  I watch it faithfully every year.  My father, who is a complete knuckle head, always asks me “Do you think Dorothy will make it home this year?” I always tell him we’ll just have to watch and see.  I guess that’s sort of how I felt while I was gone; like I was on a grand adventure but all the while trying to make my way back home.

Whether it’s a castle or a cave, home is where you are comfortable, where you feel safe, and happy, where you can let your hair down and relax. There really is no place like home.

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Posted by on November 25, 2012 in Uncategorized


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One response to “There’s no place like home…

  1. jenniferhalstead

    November 28, 2012 at 3:41 pm

    So true!


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