Drive Home

As uneventful a drive as could be

Was certainly what the hope was

And thankfully was so

Home

Coming home after a trip is both a blessing and a curse. I’m not sure which one it is today yet.

The sounds of happy, clucking hens pecking the ground and mildly quacking ducks splashing in the pool; mews of joy and “Feed me!” from the cats; bouncy steps from an excited dog. It is definitely the morning after getting home. Of course, there is also laundry to do, cleaning to be done that was left until the return, and groceries to buy since we pretty much wiped out most of the edibles before heading out of town. But at least there was the comfort of our own bed last night (or this morning depending on your definition of night) and the familiarities of home which helps bring a sigh of relief after being away, even if only for a few short days.

Admittedly, I already miss the family we visited, but was so glad to see them all again. If the saying “Home is where the heart is” is true, my heart is spread out over a vast area and in that, so is home.

Back to Reality

Back to life. Back to reality.

Okay, so as soon as I typed those words, flashbacks from my teenage years popped into my head of listening to Soul II Soul, and subsequently En Vogue, sing the song of the same name. However, now that the out of town vacations of summer are over, it is time to do just that. Time to get back to work, back to cleaning, back to church, back to meetings and yard work and planning and decorating and quilting and everything else that goes along with life.

However, I must admit that a small part of me wishes we were still in Idaho. Even though I spend a good amount of time in the kitchen with my husband’s mom while I’m there, between that and the conversations that ensue are sorely missed once home. I feel so lucky to count them as family. But, alas, now it is time to get ready for work.