If you know me — or you’ve ever read my blog, you probably know how much I love living in the City That Never Sleeps. Life is cooler than I could have imagined there, but coming home to Mom’s house has been fantastic too.
Since I arrived here, I have slept in late almost everyday. And it’s easy to do here because of the metal hurricane shutters on the windows. (Hey, they have to stay prepared.) I spend time sitting on the porch swing reading until I feel like relaxing in the jacuzzi then I scrapbook with our neighbor, who will always be “my neighbor” no matter where I live. I walk the track then shower again as I wait for Mom to come home. We eat dinner (mostly things I wouldn’t/couldn’t eat in NY) then play Scrabble. (I usually win.) On the weekends, we shop and spend time with family.
From the moment I arrive until I go home I’m relaxed and content. If I had to live here it would drive me more than a little crazy, but because I’m visiting, I soak up every minute of relaxation and family enjoyment.
This time, my boyfriend (who, by the way, doesn’t like to be in my blog pics) came down to visit for a weekend. He was totally adored by everyone here. We saw big alligators while riding around the bayou on a little boat, and became friends with a cute, little billy goat. I told him I’d love to take a billy goat home, but he said no. He’s just mean! 😉
And for my second weekend here, Aunt Janice came down. She’s one of my favorite people on the earth. She lives the life that she wants to live, and she’s been very successful in it. Just like my mom, she’s smart and hard-working and honest and caring.
She’s the kind of person who would take me in, without judgment or question, if I showed up on her door step in the middle of the night.
During my trip I’ve also gotten to visit with Brother Harris and Aunt Doris. I’m not technically related to them, but they’re more like family to me than some of my family members. Many of my first memories from childhood include them, and they’re home — one of the few places I can go to now that I went to as a little girl. 🙂 They really liked my boyfriend too…just saying. We sat around their table eating gumbo (well, everyone else was) and singing songs just like old times. They came to Mom’s house for a family dinner too. 😉
As you can see, I’m lucky to have plenty of people in my life who totally love me and take me as I am. I hope they all know how much I love them back — and how much I miss them when I’m away living my dreams. 🙂 I act like a know-it-all sometimes (okay, most of time.) But the truth is I’d never be where I am today if it wasn’t for Mom who sacrificed so much to make sure I would have a firm foundation. I am one totally blessed person. And being home reminds me of that.