You know the old saying "You can't go home again." And, I think that's true.
My husband and I recently moved to our place in the Texas Hill Country. We have a new home and some new furniture. A new kitchen that I'm still trying to get used to, as in "where in the heck did I put that pan?"
We've left our other home and all our family members behind in another part of Texas. We like it here, and have some new friends, but after living in my old home for 30 years, this still seems a little strange.
I'll be taking a trip back to the old place in a few days. I'm going to visit my mom and my children, sister and sister-in-law. I want to go, but part of me doesn't. I know it will seem really odd not to leave my mom's house and drive the three miles to my old home.
I'll be seeing my writer's group as well. They have a project going now that they all are very excited about. I'm struggling to try to stay connected to them and it's difficult. Even with internet and reading each other's work that way, it still seems that I'm so far away from them.
Can I go home again? I'll answer that in a later post.
Until next time.