yup. i went home. well, actually, boston isn't home...but it is easier to say and have people understand.
so really i'm back from maynard.
the little town where i grew up. it felt like home. so familiar. and yet, i don't have a place there now. i've known that for years. something about marrying a southern boy and becoming a yankee in the south. i would love to move back there someday. unfortunately my taste seems to be the 1/2 to 1 million dollar homes, but i could go for less.
but the visit went well. the kids really enjoyed their grandma & grandpa d. i think they were a bit whiner and maybe a tad more impatient than usual, but they seemed sad to go. so i hope that indicates that they had a good time.
we did all the important "maynard & massachusetts" things - papa ginos pizza, erikson's ice cream, went to skaket beach on cape cod, collected hermit crabs, buried each other in the sand, went candlepin bowling, and even spent an afternoon in the city, ate seafood (i did, not the kids), and rode the T home. and we got to see some really good friends that are still there - all of it adding up to HOME.
thanks mom & dad for having us. thanks ben for being so good with the kids. they are still talking about how much fun it was to play with you and if you are coming to visit. and kami, it was great to see you, even though we had to travel a collective 4000 miles to be in the same place at the same time!
we'll be back.
(pictures to be posted as soon as i upload them!)
1 comment:
That's exactly how I feel about Arizona now. Home, but my place in it has somehow left with me. Like I belong there, but only in the past. It's weird...makes me homesick.
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