I’m going home. And then, when our trip is over, I’m coming back home.
How can a person have two homes? I do not know the answer to that question; I know only that I do, in fact, have both.
The first two three years or so that we lived down here, I wouldn’t get real excited on our trip home until we saw the first Sheetz. Now, I still feel that excitement, but I feel the same excitement on the way back down when I see the first CookOut, the first offer of Meat & 3. That’s how I know I have two homes.
I’m so thrilled about this trip. I’m going to meet my new nephew (I love you little Izzy!!), I’m going to hangout out with friends and family, and I’m going to cool off a little bit (its never quite as warm up there). We’re going home for no very good reason, which is, to me, the best of reasons. It seems that we’ve fallen into a pattern of a trip home in May, a trip home in August, and a trip around Christmas time. While its hardly enough, we try to make the most out of it, so this time we’ll be up in ole’ Pennsyltuckey for an entire week.
Really, I’m ‘bout to burst, I’m so excited.
