So tonight I'm going to be home. It's funny that no matter how long I've been away from there, I still call it home. I guess it will always be home. "Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts." ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes
If I close my eyes I can picture it perfectly right down to the breeze blowing the mountain ash branches. It is the one thing that I can always draw a perfect picture of in my mind. Some things, memories and experiences fade over time to the point where details are fuzzy in my mind's eye but, home never does. It's comforting to have a place to come back to that never changes. It does change but that feeling never changes
I hope I can help Dad with his garage. Maybe I can help paint Dzaidziu's shed too. Doing simple family stuff like that is what gives me joy now. Not that long ago it would have been running around town with my friends but just getting to be with my Mom and Dad and Babcia is what makes me happy now. Oh how we change as we get older.
Last night I got all the stuff done I didn't do the night before. Laundry, dishes, vaccuming, cleaning the bathroom, wash the floors. Check!
Auntie Carol invited me for dinner on Monday so that when I get back to Toronto I have a hot meal to look forward to. She's so good to me.
Now for this work day to be over so that I can just head to the airport. I'll have a lot of stories to tell and pictures to share when I get back.
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