What is home? Mom is gone, and we have to stay in a hotel whenever we visit Dad. Jim’s folks give us the big back bedroom that the boys shared, with King bed because Jim likes his space. But if you make noise in the bathroom or turn on a light, the bulls are there, 15 feet away, staring and waiting for food. Looking into those cow eyes at 5:00 a.m. is not good, especially when they start talking and get the goats next door making human sounds.
I’ve wrestled with this for a long time and know that my place is alongside my husband Jim. Here in a loft? Right now that’s home but we’re open to different solutions.
We like living downtown and don’t think we could handle suburbs. Country is another option, but not one that can be exercised at this time. Here is home, we’ve been here over four years and can wait a few months to see what the markets are doing.
In the meantime there might be a movie worth seeing, other events as well. We’ll be here for Christmas and always have “strays” and may just do good things. Blog friend Susan is doing so for our troops. Check out potandkettle.wordpress.com Buy the book. I did. Take care, Dee
