Home Again...

Home again, Home again.... as the children's rhyme goes. Although I didn't go to the market or buy a fat pig or hog. ;)

But I did go to the MN State fair with my parents and pretty much ate our way thru it.

I'll update more another time, when I'm more awake and ready to reflect on the last 5 stressful days. :(

Back in MN!

So finally....after a 14 hour drive (with way too much construction!) I made it to Buffalo! Minnesota, that is. ;)

Here until Sunday, then back on the road and back to Canada. I'm glad to be here, but will be even happier to head home on Sunday. :)

It feels nice to say that.

Homecoming.

So I'm going back to MN for about a week in about a week. And was asked at work as I was describing my trip "When are you coming home?" And I answered (without really thinking about it) Sunday, August 30. And realized after...that this is now "Home".

It all got me thinking...What is Home?

In college I made a sign that I put above the place I hung my hat/scarf etc "Home is where I hang my hat" And for the 4 years I was in college this was very true. Home changed so frequently then, different dorms, different rooms in the same dorm, back to my parents or grandmas homes. All were some version of home to me.

Before college...well, I guess Mamma's house was home. It was the one place I was always accepted for who I was, what I did was valued, and who I could become was celebrated. I always felt special, cared for and loved. It was home.

And I think I've been searching for it ever since.

I finally have found it.

:)

The move

The move is...almost over! We have the boxes and furniture in the house, now it's just getting it all unpacked and in it's new home. The kitchen is done, the living room started, the bedroom and office areas started. I had to go back to work for a couple of days and came home too tired to think about doing anymore. But now I have 3 days off so I plan to use them to finish up and get boxes out of our living areas!

The move was a good one, but I've been moving soo much recently that it just kind of hurts. I think back to all the other moves, all the reasons for those moves, all the frustrations my life has brought. Add to those feelings the stress of moving and....I broke down completely at one point. Just cried and cried and couldn't stop. I hate doing that. I was thankful that Pat wasn't around to see me. I didn't want to explain why I was crying over all these past experiences that are done and over, but still just haunt me. I'm sure he'd have understood, but sometimes I worry that my past will hurt my present or future. :(