We are back home again after a trip up north to see some dear friends get married. The wedding was held in a little Vermont village, and my girl had her first chance to try her hand at flower girl responsibilities, along with her best friend, whose dad was the groom. Annie 2.0 flew out for the festivities as well, and spent the last week with us. She caught a flight out early this morning, and waking up to find her suitcase gone from the playroom rug was a bit sad for all.
It was a funny thing, going back to Vermont. I don't think I realized just how homesick I was for the good old Green Mountain State until I crossed the border back into it. As much as I love the adventerous spirit with which we are tackling urban living here in Massachusetts, the rolling green hills of sparsely populated Vermont speak to my soul in a way that few places ever have. I probably cried (just a little!) about four times the first day we were back there. And had to keep reminding myself how much I like living near the ocean. Ocean, ocean, ocean: my new mantra.
I thought a whole lot about home during those days in Vermont, and what it means to make a home somewhere. I decided that there is a reason that we often talk about home being wherever the people we love are at. It is somewhat about the comfort of family, and the power of community and friendship- sure. But, I think it is also a bit about the difficulty of attaching your feeling of home to a particular geographic location. At least for me. My life at the moment is one where the house number associated with home will change here and there for awhile longer. We aren't yet settled in the physical place where we feel we belong, or where we can imagine that we will stay. And it will be a few more years before the option of rooting ourselves more permanently even exists. I guess that this means that at least for now, the members of our little family will have to be home for each other.
That, and we are going to need a lot of trips to the beach to fill the Vermont-sized hole in my homesick heart. Ocean, ocean, ocean...