Nostalgic

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There was a light breeze this morning that gently lifted the hair from off my face as I stepped out our back door to go to work at 6:15am. The chill and the crisp winter air filled my nostrils and in a nano-second I was transported back in time to the days when I was young and growing up still. You know, when we had to walk to school. In shorts and a heavy winter coat. Up hill. Both ways. And all of this made me happy. I felt for a moment that I could make it through "the holidays" without going through family withdrawals. I felt for a sec that I was "home".

Don't get me wrong; this place, this here and now, is my home. Because we make it just that. But my mind and senses will always call where I was raised, "home".
This time of year, like everyone else, I'm sure, I long to be celebrating, shopping, wearing ugly Christmas sweaters and snuggling babies with our families.
My mental trip back home this morning was just what I needed. It made me feel a little less sorry for myself and a little more excited to be paving the lane of memories for our own children. Because for them, this will always be their "home".



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Mandy said…
Love this post!! Love you.
December 13, 2011 at 8:03 PM
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