Where is home?

I’m excited to report that I’m finally replacing my icky license plates with some new special ones.  The plates I have right now are the Jamestown anniversary edition, and the have always looked grimy.  I think the protective coating might be messed up on them.  When I got my tag renewal info in the mail, I knew it was time for a new look.  After a thorough perusal of the DMV website and some careful analyzing (it really was this big of a decision, no lie.), I made my selection.  I picked these babies…

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Link here.  I thought for a quite a while about it since I’m really not an Eastern Shore person anymore after living “across the bay” for about 6+ years as a working adult.  I was also away for 4 years before that for college.  Ten years away made me a little unsure if this one was for me.  Cue to the dramatic soap opera music!  I guess it’s the little things that get you to thinking!  Where is my home?  We travel an awful lot to the Shore to visit the Mr.’s parents, my parents, and my siblings.  Although I sometimes complain about the packing, travel time, and occasional disruptions to H’s routine (who am I kidding??? The disruptions to MY routine!), we do so enjoy spending time with the people we love the most.  With that being said, Virginia Beach has and continues to work its way in my heart as our home.  This is not the place of my childhood memories, but it is the place my child will have memories of.  Memories of a little black dog running around crazily in the backyard, pancakes on Saturday mornings, walks on the SIDEWALK around our NEIGHBORHOOD (this is novel still to me!) and play time at the community parks.  Home is our little 1 story ranch house with more people and things than space.  Home is Dada coming home, and dinner together.  Home is music dance parties with a baby who can boogie.  His memories will include things that mine never did like the ice cream man!  The Mr. is always tempted but has yet to give in.  Somehow I think H will convince us to let him buy a treat in the near future.  I’m not saying this is good or bad.  No memories get a ranking over the other.  They are just different.  I’m excited to keeping making our memories in both places for Holden, his home of today and my home from my childhood.  I’m so grateful that we are able to do both.  I’ll sport my new license plates proudly when we get here, remembering all the memories made and looking forward to new ones to come.  Virginia Beach, I’m not cheating on you.  I love you.  It’s just a new love versus an old love.  These people, however, are past and present loves.  

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Home is the place you make it to be.  Home is the people that fill your life.  Post inspired by the Pink Pistachio.  See her post here. Happy Hump Day!

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