Wednesday, April 21, 2010


Today is gorgeous.  The skies are grey, it's splattering rain, but I am home.  Home.  Magic word.  The place where I belong.  The place where I am loved.  The place I feel free and at peace.  And I haven't even been to my house yet!  

The hardest part about returning to your hometown is that you think it's changed and then realized that you have.  I know I've written about this before, but because G has always been with me it had always been okay.  This past week I felt like a stranger in a foreign land, and the place I had always assumed would be my home wasn't.  Instead, as the clouds cleared and I saw Baltimore I saw home.  Mine.  The place where I seem to fit.  

I felt awkward this past week, fumbling.  I love Kansas City, and going out on the town with my friends was great.  But the small town where my parents reside, where I met's just that.....their home.  I no longer fit.  And while I could be sad about it, instead I revel in the realization that I have found my own niche that suits me, not who others think I am.  

I am excited to see my puppies.  I am excited to possibly get to painting part of the house this weekend.  I am excited to feel like I can say what I want and do what I want because I am in my space.  I am so very excited to just have 4 days with G.  (it's supposed to be pouring rain for 3 of them, which I find to be a good reason to lounge in bed.)

Is where you are home?  What makes where you call home your home?  Mine?  It's this:


  1. You both are so cute! We love to travel and see my friends and families but just can wait to be back "home" with my husband. There's no where I would rather be. I'm glad you're home safe and sound.

  2. Home is where my husband and daughter are. But I know what you mean about feeling at 'home' in your space. It's a great feeling to get back to your place after being gone, restful and yet new somehow.