Home. It’s a word most people don’t give much thought to. Home. It’s where you live, right? Or where you’re from. Or where your family is. A lot of people might even have multiple places that they think of as home. But for us, and people like us, who aimlessly (or maybe not aimlessly) wander, home has a whole different concept. There is the temporary home – wherever our suitcases are unpacked. Some of those places can definitely feel more homey than others! And there is the place that is home. Where the majority of my family is. The place that I know where pretty much every thing is. That is where we are now. It feels good.
The Cousin was kind enough to let us take over her house for a month and we soooo appreciate that! And we will be back with her in a couple of weeks (lucky her!). But it was time for the Daughter to fly off on her own. She has been deposited at her Best Friend’s house (who might win the award for Most Tolerant Person Ever) and told to find a job. It’s not the best time for that, but she should be able to find something. Will I worry about her when we are away? Of course. Just as I worry about her brothers and their families.
I’m rather ashamed to say that it is nearly two weeks later now. We have spent time with the Younger Son, his Wife, and the Grandpuppy (after being very careful regarding exposure as I can now happily announce that we will have another precious Grandchild next fall!). We also spent time with the Father and Stepmother. Yes, I know, I know…but it’s hard when you don’t have a home to go to yourself. We handled it as carefully as possible. We are now in a really awesome place that I will address in the next post😊
Yeah, yeah, this post has been short and sweet. But I didn’t want to let down the five people who read the blog! I promise to do another very soon. And we really really hope to be heading to Scotland in late June. Really.