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?