There’s no place like home…except for that other place that’s like home, that is.

Well, hello again.

I see, according to my stats, that many of you came looking here yesterday to see if I’d posted. Many apologies for the delay. We spent all day travelling yesterday, and it went fine, except for the fact that my 5-year-old left her Leapster L-Max on the plane, and we didn’t realize it until we were almost home. (sigh)

After a long day of travel, we ordered pizza and got everyone to bed. Then, today, it was all about bathing the girls, doing laundry and shopping for groceries. It has also been all about listening to our old cat complain ceaslessly about how absolutely BORING it was here all week without us around to let her in and out every 45 seconds. She’s outside right now, but any minute she’ll be scratching at the door to be let back in, because cats honestly believe that that’s what humans were put on earth for: to open things for them. Like doors. And cans of tuna. And pretty soon, a big giant can of Whoop-Ass if she doesn’t KNOCK IT OFF ALREADY.

Anyway. The trip was fabulous. Of course. Five glorious days in which I sat around, eating whatever I wanted whenever I wanted, writing, gabbing with my girlfriends, walking, sleeping. And yes, I got a massage, but not from that nice young man. One of the participants this year was a woman who recently got her CMT license, and she brought her table and set up in the library on Saturday. IT WAS JUST AS GOOD.

It was still wintery there this year. Most of the time, it looked like this:














Wintery, but nice. Yes?

I spent a lot of time feeling a little homesick. Looking at the mountains, and the wide open spaces, and the way you can just SEE for miles and miles, I just LONGED to move back.

But then, when we got back home yesterday, the most interesting thing happened. It felt like home. Even though the trees grow tall and close in, like this:

This felt like home. This, and the way that the sun doesn’t bake you to a crisp when you’re outside. The way the breeze has a little bit of watery weight to it, and how everything smells so lush. This also was home for me. And I was glad. Because really…how lucky am I, to feel at home in two such different places?

I’d write more and more on this, but let’s face it: I’m home. And there’s things to deal with. Like the fact that during the time it took me to type this up, the girls had some sort of argument that resulted in my 5-year-old slamming her door hard enough to make the smoke detector above it go off. So, in between paragraphs I’ve been getting up and dealing with the EXTREMELY LOUD BEEPING SOUNDS and handing out a few stern lectures about door-slamming. And finally, I had to take the dectector off the wall and remove the battery just to have some peace and quiet. And now, rest time is over. It’s time for a snack and a favorite TV show before swimming lessons. Then I’ve got to rush around getting a late dinner on the table.

Yep…. We’re definitely home.



7 Responses to “There’s no place like home…except for that other place that’s like home, that is.”

  1. 1 Shawna May 21, 2008 at 6:09 pm

    We’re glad you had a good visit back in Colorado. I long for a visit back there myself! Enjoyed the picture of the mountains. There really is nothing like it….

  2. 2 Urban Mom May 21, 2008 at 11:18 pm

    Great to have you back (blaring fire alarm and all!). Glad that you had a good trip. We get to CO at least once a year, since the in-laws are out there. It always feels like Shangri-La! Well, til we catch up to the in-laws anyway…..


  3. 3 Regi May 22, 2008 at 12:23 pm

    Welcome back! Glad you had a wonderful time on your trip.

    We have some professional door slammers in our house… but I have to admit they have not yet set off smoke detectors… just caused things in other areas of the house to fly off walls. Sometimes we are lucky enough to have 2 doors slam within seconds of each other.. I guess the first to slam their door wins?

    Oh the joys of girls and doors. *smile*

  4. 4 RegularMom May 22, 2008 at 6:34 pm

    Thanks everyone.

    And Regi, oh man…tell me about it. Girls and their doors. Sort of like boys and their toys. But louder. 🙂

  5. 5 Karisma May 22, 2008 at 8:55 pm

    Welcome back! Isn’t it just wonderful that you are all rested up so that you can now deal with all that day to day fuss with more patience?? Arghhhh! Theres NO place like home!

  6. 6 PlanningQueen May 23, 2008 at 6:35 am

    I grew up and still have family who live in the country and when we visit in the spring I always feel the same as this. Have an urge to move back there, but it is always short lived. So lovely to have a place to visit that also feels like home!

  7. 7 SabrinaT May 25, 2008 at 9:32 pm

    Glad you are back! Sounds like you had a wonderful time. It is always good to get home. We are from Colorado, and are trying to plan a trip home. The idea of a 13 hour flight is giving me hives!

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