We just rolled back into town from a long weekend in the motherland of West Michingan. Never thought I would admit it, but I’m kinda caked out. Dare I say we celebrated too much? The party agenda looked a little like: Gage’s birthday (again, twice), My nieces birthday, Thanksgiving, and Thanksmas, all over the course of one weekend.
I’ve lived in Indiana for almost 9 years now. I used to tell people that my “home” was West Michigan, but I “lived” in Indianapolis “right now”.
As if where I “lived” was a temporary thing.
My heart is changing, and the lines are becoming blurry. The place were I live is finally starting to feel like home, even if it took just short of a decade. In 9 years, we’ve built a house, cultivated our careers, had 3 kids, and found an amazing circle of friends to walk life with.
Yeah, this might be home. Just Maybe.
She didn’t ask that I endorse her, but I have to say that I think her hand embroidered art would make an amazing Christmas gift. You can choose any state, the heart placed in any location, and even chose the color combination. It’s only $18 dollars.
Right now it’s sitting next to a stack of books I’m been meaning to read, on the bookcase my husband just built for me.
Everything about that picture makes my heart smile, finally.