As i sit and wait at the airport i
replay in my head all that i did while i was home visiting my folks. This visit home helped me realize a lot about myself and where i am in my life. What i realized is i love my life in Portland, Oregon, but there is no place like home. I joke and call my parents house the "Bed and Breakfast." They have worked very hard to make there home very comfortable and cozy, and it is exactly that. Each morning there is hot coffee and some delicious baked good sitting on the kitchen counter waiting for me. My bed is made, my laundry is done and all my meals are included, and i have no concerns about bedbugs!!My parents love to work in there yard and like their home, it is comfortable and cozy. Beautifully landscaped with Hosta's, Ornamental grasses and Black-Eyed Susan's as far as the eye can see. My mom's vegetable garden is filled with delicious green beans, sweet yellow tomatoes and squash blossom's that will eventually be zucchini. This morning i walked around the yard, ate a cherry tomato and enjoyed the feeling of the damp grass on the bottom's of my bare feet, a good memory to leave with.
Normally i am sad to leave because i never know when i will make it back east. I am leaving with only good memories of home, morning walks with my mom and emma, always a little shoe shopping with my mom, stomach pains from laughter shared with my best friends from high school and many conversations with my dad over lunch and several beers. Leaving home this time was very different because in a matter of weeks my family will be migrating west for our August wedding at the coast.
No matter when i return i know a cozy bed, a furry dog, loving parents and fresh baked good await me. There really is no place like home.
Normally i am sad to leave because i never know when i will make it back east. I am leaving with only good memories of home, morning walks with my mom and emma, always a little shoe shopping with my mom, stomach pains from laughter shared with my best friends from high school and many conversations with my dad over lunch and several beers. Leaving home this time was very different because in a matter of weeks my family will be migrating west for our August wedding at the coast.
No matter when i return i know a cozy bed, a furry dog, loving parents and fresh baked good await me. There really is no place like home.