Boy, am I ever tired. Vacation does that to a person. The girls and I have been on the road for two weeks before landing at our "home base" for another week before we head home (you know, that place where we actually live). Wherever we were on our recent travels, I called that home. This confused the girls a bit but I kept it up, simply to remind myself that it's great to be able to visit family and friends and feel comfortable enough to call their home our home.
As we were passing from one state into another a few days ago, I started thinking about home. Before I left for college, I could not wait to get away from home. It was time to go! See new things! Meet new people! Do new stuff! Then I got married and eventually left for someplace far from home. And as much as I wanted to leave home when I was younger, I cannot stop yearning to return home now. No matter where I go, I feel like a stranger. When I return home, I feel grounded. Like I'm remembering how nice it is to dig deep into the dirt to find roots.
I want my girls to have grounding roots too. Those roots probably won't be the same as the ones I have, so I need to start growing roots wherever we happen to live. I'm trying to get beyond being sad about this. I'm trying to make lemonade out of some particularly sour lemons. For my girls, I think I can do this. But it will be a lot of work.