OK.... Honestly I didn't miss the Baton Rouge traffic and it has been ages since I've seen men walking awkwardly holding their baggy pants with their underwear showing.....
But those two things aside, it was good to be hanging with friends
|Vern, Ada, Me, Suzanne and Matt|
|Yearlings at Ada's Farm|
but it wasn't tangible items that I'd returned to Louisiana to fetch....
I wanted to tuck away some new memories.
Podcasts filled the hours of the uneventful return drive
and before I knew it, I was greeted by the lights of our house on the hill, a smiling husband and delighted pets.
To people who have moved often in their lives this may be a no-brainer, but I had a revelation on this trip and it's that I can now say the word "home" to mean two different places! Semantics is important to me and when we first moved to Virginia, I thought that I had to quit referring to Louisiana as home.
I had this idea that Virginia was now my home.... the only home.
But now I realize that I didn't need to have create such a black and white distinction.
Of course, home is where the heart (or is it hearth?) is,
but can't it also be where the heart (or hearth) was.
This might make sense only to me:
I'm glad that I went home and now I'm glad that I am home.
|Fred the Donkey at Ada's|