home

home can be a lot of things,

and it can be in a lot of places.

we just spent the past week at my original home,

and it felt like like home,

like my original home.

when i think of that home i think of...

my grandma,

endless pastures that are beautiful & simple & timeless,

ganny's house,

the shag carpet,

the big kitchen table,

the fabric closet,

linda's room,

the blue bathroom,

a pot of beans,

fried okra,

the hay bails,

the lane gate,

the quiet,

the open space,

a feeling of comfort.

the only thing that didn't feel original was having my husband & children there.

it was a reminder to me that home can be in more than one place;

i have a home here that i treasure & enjoy daily,

but i also have a home in oklahoma that will house my childhood,

a place that in a way will never change.

as we were flying out of okc,

i looked past my children & out the window as we were taking off down the runway.

i remembered my grandpa's parting words as i left on a similar airplane in 1999.

he said "everyone is allowed to make at least one mistake in their life."

i know my life would have turned out very differently had i stayed in oklahoma,

but i don't think it was a mistake that i left.

i now have another treasured home,

one that i hope to always be able to come back to and be re-charged with memories of my young adulthood & parenthood.

wherever you make that home will also be a cherished place,

and never really a mistake.

we had a lovely visit,

and my children are ready to be farm kids.

now that i mention it,

perhaps i wouldn't mind making another new home,

in the country,

on a farm.