Friday, September 9, 2011
That week seems further away than last year. So much has changed so quickly since then, that I found myself not trusting my own memory. It turned out, however, my memory wasn't failing me, and I finally had to accept that it was just last year that we were enjoying the sand and sun of North Carolina.
I feel like I've been on vacation since our move in March. This new state still doesn't feel like home. I opened a birthday package sent from my mom which contained her homemade oatmeal cookies packed neatly in a bread bag, and my eyes filled with tears. They smelled like home. I got a package from a close friend, whose house I can walk to from my home in Kentucky, and I almost started to cry again. I wish that we could grab a coffee and sit down and talk while our kids play around us.
I know that my feet will become a little more firmly planted in California over time. There are things about living here that I really like, and I know that I will find more reasons to like it here as each day moves on. But on days like today, Kentucky is still my home and I find myself counting down the days to our Christmas visit, when it will be teeth-chattering cold and maybe dusted by a little bit of holiday snow.