Sunday, July 6, 2008


Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.
-Harriet Beecher Stowe

Home. Home. Home. I'm home!
A whirl wind of fun and silliness and beautiful mountains. Imagine watching fireworks from ABOVE. Magical is the word.

Vacation is for gratitude.

I have not been away from home on a vacation for more than 4 days in 7 years. I was so happy to go, and now, I am so happy to be home to hug my dog and give gifts to my neighbors. I want to smell my sheets. I want to sit on the front porch with a glass of wine and say hi to everyone who walks by.


Jessie said...

I read your words and they made me smile. My husband walked into the room and asked: what are you smiling about? I told him: sometimes people just make me happy. this girl's blog post makes me happy. (yours!)

I'm fully aware that that sounds totally cheesy...but, it's true! :)-

in gratitude,

Connie said...

I totally know that feeling...especially after a long, long drive! Welcome back! Missed ya!

Peace & Love.

XUE said...

I know what you mean & yet . . . We hv lived in a few countries, hv travelled a lot, in the past 18 yrs. Home is whenever the container arrives with all our household belongings, wherever we have moved to. My son at 10 years old, is now living in his 3rd home.