The idea of "home" is a relative concept, no pun intended. When I'm in my own house, I refer to it as being home...but I am asked if I am going home when the holidays or summer arrive, meaning "going to visit family." I've had some of each over the last few days.
I spent an extended weekend in Texas attending my 20-year high school reunion. It was home-y, after a fashion. I haven't seen most of these people in 10 (and in some cases, 20) years. It was fun to reminisce, but also nice to get to know them a bit as adults. The men were more difficult to recognize than the women. I think that the only shocking aspect to the whole weekend was the number of people who believed that Coors Light and Bud Light qualify as beer.
While there, I picked up a new print for my house...my home:
Perhaps you can take the girl out of Texas, but not the Texas out of the girl (at least not entirely). I have a variety of southwestern art in my house and I am anxious to hang this piece up. (For more by this artist, visit Desert Dada.)
I am very glad to be back home. It was a whirlwind of a visit and a perfect cap to the summer holiday; but, I feel more comfortable here. I like my view of the water from my kitchen and the lushness of the landscape. I enjoy my friends. And yes, the beer is good, too.
I'll make an effort to be back home at my blog tomorrow---something more relevant to the educational community at large. I hope "y'all" are enjoying being at home, too, wherever that may be.