Posted on | January 30, 2011 | 8 Comments

There are books scattered around the floor and I tripped over at least four blocks on my way to the kitchen. The dishwasher was full, the diaper genie was full, the trash can was full, the washer was full, the dryer was full, the clothes hamper was full and the refrigerator was… inexplicably … empty.

I had to make my own coffee this morning and no one offered me flavored syrup to add to it.  There was no booth with hot chocolate and whip cream, no brownies on sticks, no hilarious table mates. No one brought me a plate of freshly sliced pineapple and cantaloupe and there was certainly no one there to clear my plate when I finished. Unlike the last four days, I found myself not only the only woman in the room but the only woman in the building.

I woke up, not to the smiling faces of two new friends, but to the familiarly sweet face of my little boy.  I didn’t get up and take a shower and put on make up —  I got up, fed the dog, and read “Let’s go to the Zoo” and “12 Dogs for Christmas.”  I didn’t learn anything new or anything exciting, but I remembered the feeling of my son in my arms. I remembered the smell of his skin and the soft curl of his hair.  I remembered the smile of my husband and the sound of his laughter.

For all the fun of the past four days, this is where I belong. This is better than any fancy hotel. This is my place of zen.

These are my people, this is my place… and it’s good to be home.


8 Responses to “Home”

  1. Jana A
    January 30th, 2011 @ 2:27 pm

    Awww <3 this made me cry! How sweet! Welcome home!

  2. Julie
    January 30th, 2011 @ 2:32 pm

    That sounds like a beautiful place to be. So great meeting you this past week!

  3. TheNextMartha
    January 30th, 2011 @ 2:33 pm


  4. Sara at Saving For Someday
    January 30th, 2011 @ 5:12 pm

    I can relate to that feeling of being home. I’m so glad I got a chance to meet you and talk with you for awhile. Blissdom has a way of bringing people together in both the ‘real world’ and the virtual space. All my best to you!

  5. Alena
    January 30th, 2011 @ 8:37 pm

    I am glad you made it home! Like idk why you wouldn’t have but isn’t that what people say? Ugh anyways.

    It was so great to meet you!! I wish we would have thought to take a picture!!!

  6. Jennifer
    January 30th, 2011 @ 8:39 pm

    That’s one of the great things about traveling. You realize how much you have to appreciate when you come home.

  7. Lisa Lundy
    January 31st, 2011 @ 4:29 pm

    Loved meeting you! Glad you’re enjoying the bliss of home 🙂

  8. Suz B
    January 31st, 2011 @ 6:35 pm

    Glad you’re home & enjoying it. 🙂

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