home...

We're back from our weekend away in Seattle.

It was everything cloudy and rainy I hoped it would be.  I walked down streets in a pea coat and boots, sipping a salted caramel hot chocolate from the Motherland first Starbucks store.  I even saw a man politely asking for weed money.  I told him I didn't have any cash.  I'm so energized when I visit a new city.  The new sights and sounds are a challenge. 

Although.  Coming home gives my little heart such a thrill.  We were greeted by our gnome family on the front porch and I felt myself relax.  The whole house looked so happy to see me.  I may have laid on the floor and tried to give my home a hug. 

We settled in with pajama pants and checking email. 

"What do you want for dinner?"  said The Beard.

"I have to have Corn Pops". 

"Okay".

As we drove to the store, turning on streets with familiar views I thought to myself, "This place isn't so bad." 

I've always been the type who wants to leave.  Wherever I am, I want to be somewhere else.  But on that trip to the store I could see how special it is to have a hometown.  A place full of memories at every stop light.  Time and routine slowly wears at the shine but going away reminds us how lovely home can be.

That is until you're ready for a new city the following day.