No place like home. “And where do you consider home?”, she asked while admiring the sparkling ruby color at her feet.

Where is home to you?
Where you grew up?
Where you are now?
Where ever the wind takes you?
When I am just talking in a random, everyday sense…home is Kansas City.
When I am speaking quite specifically, home is Iowa. Home is Mom and Dad.
For so many years now, the only thing that stays the same is change. Perhaps that is why running to Iowa to burrow in my parents house is so very comforting. I have not ventured out to see friends while home for so very many years.
Until now.
I wonder if it is because my kids are finally big enough that it is just a tiny bit easier. I wonder if it is because I am getting comfortable with change being the constant.
Maybe it is Facebook.
Who can know.
What I DO know is that I am ever so excited to be home, and about to toss on my boots and head out and see lovely friends from long ago.
After that, I will head back home and have a wonderful evening with new friends who have become so dear.
I guess for now home is where me and my three little kittens who often lose their mittens happen to be.

About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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