In continuation of my last post, the best part about moving away is going back home.
As much as I have grown to love the places I have moved to and also made those places home, there will always be one place that will always be home, no matter what. I will always want to go back to where I grew up. That's where all of my memories, good and bad, are. That's where I learned MANY lessons, also good and bad. That's where I became who I am today. That's where I will always be most comfortable.
This past week I had the most wonderful time at home with my family while FATMAN! went out of town for business. While being home, I took total advantage of having extra hands to help with the Squid, which he absolutely loved all of the attention. It was wonderful to give my family some time with their grandson or nephew because we do live far away and more wonderful to get a break. I love being a mother but it is the hardest job in the world and I hardly ever get some time to myself. It was priceless to see my dad just melt whenever he was playing with Squid. Everyone enjoyed playing, seeing, and helping out with taking care of him.
It was also great to see friends. Especially my best friend who has also moved far (too far) away from home. (I can't complain too much because her husband is serving in the Air Force and I am very grateful for that.) I was very fortunate that they were in town the same time that we were in town. I have missed these two sooooo much and I wish FATMAN! and I had the money to be able to visit. But I'm getting off-track. It was so good to meet up and talk and go bowling (our tradition) and to have a great time just like old times. The time I had spent with them seemed like no time had gone by at all and that distance truly didn't matter at all. We are friends. We will always be friends. There's no question about it. We love them and can't wait to see them again! (Hopefully soon.)
I was able to meet up and see some other friends as well and though I may not be as close to them as I once was, I was still grateful to be able to know that I still do have those friendships and that my friends are doing okay. Life is rough and there will always be some bumps in the roads, but know that I do think of you all often and am always praying that you all have what you need and are happy.
The worse part about this trip home was that FATMAN! was out of town the majority of the time for work. Sometimes I wish I could go with him on some of his trips, but at the same time I know I would be bored or lonesome because FATMAN! would be in meetings the entire time. So because he was out of town, I had to be the one to jump up and take the Squid from my family if needed. I had to get up at night and give Squid the pacifier. I had to dress, change, play, and give medicine (when my family didn't want to or wasn't there) because FATMAN! wasn't there to help. But when FATMAN! came back and held Squid for the first time, my heart melted even more than when I saw him at the airport. The love in his eyes when he looked at his son was so indescribable. And then to be able to get a night's rest and not have to worry about jumping up every time Squid whimpered.
The best part about moving away is returning back to your comfort zone, returning home. Home, where you know you will always be welcomed. Home, where all the memories are. Home, where you know people. Home, where you know where everything is. Home, the place you always want to be.
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