February 29, 2012

Home (Again)

As the plane was descending into Logan International Airtport, I realized how happy I was to be going home.  Once again I started thinking about the word home.  There's something about being on an airplane that makes me contemplate this word. 

I think it has to do with looking out the window as we fly over the city.  Flying into Boston is familiar.  All of my international journeys had their final end at Boston.  Logan isn't the prettiest or cleanest airport but it's comfortable.  Driving out of the airport is familair too and I enjoy taking in the city while observing what's changed.

Boston (Source)
When I talk about visiting my mom in MA, I often refer to it as home.  It is, afterall, where I grew up.  My mom still lives in the house that we moved into when I was 4.  It's a big, old Victorian that needs ton of work but has lots of charm.  It's way too big for mom alone so she's shut off the top floor.  I knew walking in that things would look different.  They did look different but it's still home.  I'm still comfortable and able to make myself at home. 
I'm so thankful that I have two places I call home.  So in a couple of weeks you'll hear me talk about going home and I will be.  To the one I've created with my husband.  I'm blessed and so thankful that I have two places I can call home.
Where do you call home?
Do you have more than one place?


  1. I love MA! Boston in particular! My husband and I spent New Years there back in 2009 and we have friends that live in Salem. I could definitely see myself living there! It must have been fun growing up there and living in an old Victorian!

    I consider myself having 2 homes. The home/town I grew up in where my parents, family and the majority of my friends still live and the homes I have created with my husband and son. 

  2. It's weird.  I always talk about home as if it is the place I am not.  When I am here, home is NY.  When I'm there, home is here in Southland, where the home we've made for our little family is.   Sometimes that makes me sad, because I feel like I'm always somewhere wishing I am somewhere else.  I'm hoping it's a little better when we get back east.

  3. U kno I can really agree with this... I have a few "homes" myself... Mostly where ever my family ... Blood or heart ... Is currently residing.. For me, family IS home :)

  4. I'm the same way, I have my home with my fabulous hubby and the home I go to when I go visit my parents. Both are home to me, I wonder if when we both have our little beans if our home with our hubby will feel more so like home...we'll just have to wait and see!

  5. NH is always "home" for me, and I'm lucky to be here for another week & a half.  

  6. Massachusetts is always home for me as well....but we've had many places that I've made home over the past five years.

  7. The New "Normal"March 1, 2012 at 10:54 AM

    We moved around so much that no place ever really felt like home until I married my husband. We've been in our house for 10 years and it is definitely home. But I also call our family lake house in Michigan home because it has always been a place of peace for our family, the one unchanged place. It always feels like coming home whenever we visit there. I hope you have a nice visit home! :)


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