Monday, June 8, 2009

You Can Go Home Again

I find peace at home. Not in my house that is my current home, that I thought I would live in for years with my loving husband, but home.


Where I was born. The state I resided for the first 12 years of my life. The place that I have always called home, been quick to tell people that while I live here I am from there.

This past weekend I went home for a horse show and an annual festival. There were good horses, bands, bingo, a parade (that lacked floats!), beer gardens and good people.

It felt good to be home. It felt peaceful. I felt whole.

I can't wait to go home again.

1 comment:

  1. reminds me of sweet home alabama. different plot, same sweet town. I love my real home too, far away from kc :)