Well, hello! The radio silence was thanks to a long, wonderful labor day weekend and last-minute trip home to Fort Lauderdale to visit with my grandmother. I saw her yesterday for a few hours and I was so happy to be there, at her bedside, just holding her hand. Continued thoughts and prayers for her recovery would be greatly appreciated! I’m home for 48 hours, so this is a bit of a whirlwind, but I am so grateful for anytime with my family. I am squeezing them a bit tighter these days, that’s for sure.
So, I had this thought as we were driving around today, how strange it is to come home after being away for so long. I lived here most of the first eighteen years of my life and rarely get the chance to visit. When I do get home, it feels like I never left but at the same time, like it was this whole other life.
I am currently at a dentist’s office while my mom gets her teeth cleaned and the office is across the street from my elementary school. On our way here, I drove by a park that I remember spending so much of my time at when I was little. I don’t know. For others who visit their hometowns a lot, this may not be a strange feeling, but I’m not quite used to it. My mom and I were talking about this. How when you live in a city for so long, it becomes a part of you in a way and no matter where you end up, it is always home. You know?