On the way home

I am in a motel in the middle of Indiana; alone for the first time in two weeks.  It feels strange, but I’m enjoying it. I always have mixed feelings about being with other people; I love it, but I also love being alone.

I spent my first week in Chicago at Sandy’s home and visited with most of my family and friends. All week I had the feeling my father was waiting to see me. This morning, I again spent time with family; feeling as I left that I was going to see my dad. Strange how I almost feel like I am revisiting my childhood each time I return. Here I am, the matriarch of the family and I return to childhood.

None of this happens when I am in Pittsburgh. There I am just another old lady, attending classes and still trying to organize my workspace.

6 thoughts on “On the way home

  1. And sometimes I “send” my thoughts to my deceased parents without thinking. Then I’m surprised when I realize what I’ve done. We are connected…….and we feel connected to you to my friend!! I appreciate what I have learned from you.! Glad you’re home safe.

  2. I understand! I felt that way during my recent visit to my old home grounds in Florida. It felt as though I was right back in my childhood again, more so than any other time I’ve visited. Maybe it’s the heat and humidity.

  3. It’s so good to see you blogging again. My old hometown has changed so much that I really hate going back. Where I am is home now. 🙂

Comments are closed.