For the last two weeks we have spent our days swaddled in the arms of genuine, family love. The kind of love that only family can render. We have fallen asleep with smiles on our faces recalling days of laughter, dinner conversations that stretched late into the night and children naturally falling into the lives of cousins and kin. We laughed that hearty belly howl that left tears in our eyes and warmth in our hearts, the kind of laughter that is absent most days.
We felt the joy of touching down in a State that saw us through our formative years, a place we both used to call home. Memories naturally flooded over us, nostalgia washed up like waves on the shore that at one time looked ever so familiar. The smells, the sights, the connections all filled those tiny hollows that filter in when you leave a place and those people you love.
Naturally, questions come to the forefront…what would our lives look like had we never left? Is this a State we could adopt as our home? Are we doing the right thing? The truth is, we don’t have answers to the questions that fill our minds. The reality is, we have worked hard to create the life we have and this life we live has been good to us.
And thus we resume our everyday existence, grateful for the experience that will keep us smiling through the cold, wintry weather, and once again, we are forced to make sense of our place in this world. But as we sift through the memories, we feel blessed for the people that have left us with such a meaningful impact on our lives, the people that love us and make this life such a rich, profound experience despite where we call home.