Home Again

After being gone for 11 days, we’re finally back home. It’s funny, walking into our house it felt huge. Going from small rooms in a 720 sq ft Beach Shack to our modest-size house, suddenly the rooms felt so much larger than I remembered and I found myself feeling overwhelmingly grateful for our 99 year old Craftsman.

The laundry is going. Dishes are being washed. Clothes are being folded and put away. Sheets are changed. The sounds and feelings of home brought me an insurmountable amount of joy today. I can’t tell you how good to feels to be back in our own home, our safe haven, our cozy comfy place. This latest trip to the beach was incredible, and we both agreed maybe the best we’ve ever taken.

We went to the beach every day and had fun fixing up the Beach Shack. We ate cheap food and we ate expensive food. All five of us fit inside that two bedroom, two bathroom little shack and it was so fun to kind of “rough it” for almost two weeks with only one shower, no appliances and the people I love most in the world.

Part of the reason being home feels so good is because of PJ’s thumb accident. I’m not ready to talk about it in depth, but it was awful and I hate to say it, but the last day we were there, the day before we left to go home, kind of tainted the whole trip for me. Yes it was fun and so many great memories were made, but his accident might have left permanent damage, and that scares me. We will know more next week, and I am hoping for the best, but right now, I’m scared. We both are.

But all I can say is that tonight, we’re all in the family room watching a movie about magic and I am sipping on a glass of wine while PJ cuddles with the kids and Josie the pig on the couch. Life is okay today. And that’s all we can hope for, isn’t it?

It feels so good to be home again.