Home again, home again, jiggity jig

Woot! I’m home. I’m cuddling with my puppy who has had a WONDERFUL time staying with her grandmother, but MIGHT have missed me like I missed her.

I love to travel, but I don’t like leaving my stuff behind. I think this is why I like driving trips–because I can bring more of my STUFF. This is a trend that has gotten worse over the years. I’m not sure if it’s a product of my getting older, or just having more stuff. Because I don’t mind leaving home. But I miss my stuff. My chair, my brand of tea, my brew of coffee, my brand of detergent… (I am, needless to say, not one of those people who can use whatever shampoo/soap/lotion they have at the hotel.)

So I was eager to get back home. All the same, I hate leaving people. I get this weird sinking sad nostalgia–I always have, ever since I was a kid. I would always cry when it was time to leave a fond place, even when I knew we’d be back eventually–the ranch, my grandmother’s house, wherever. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go home (because I’ve *always* been fond of my stuff). But there’s always that weird feeling that it’s going to change while you’re gone, when you really want to keep everything in that magical stasis.

Question of the day: Did you guys have a favorite family vacation spot that you went back to on an annual, or at least regular, basis? We would go down to the ranch in Refugio county (where I ended up living, eventually), but we’d stay in Port Lavaca and go down to the beach at Port Aransas. Mr. RCM used to go to Red River with his family. What about you guys?

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3 thoughts on “Home again, home again, jiggity jig

  1. My family and I would visit my grandmother’s cabin in Hayesville, NC, near the Georgia border. I remember it fondly.

  2. My family goes to all sorts of different places. When my sister and I were little little, each summer we’d go each set of grandparents and do at least one day trip to Galveston. Now, my mom and I usually road trip to wherever my sister is living. (Her husband is military.) I’m definitely glad to leave my sister’s house at the end of the visit, though I like seeing her and her daughter. Especially since this year we went to see her immediately after I finished finals. I only got one night in my bed (surrounded by precarious piles of books).

  3. 1. Texas Renaissance FestivalMy brother and sister and I have decided that eventually this could be a family reunion spot for us (once we're all grown with families of our own) since all three of us absolutely love attending. My girlfriend likes it, too, so no worries about eventually dragging an unwilling wifey along.2. Matagorda IslandI've actually successfully lobbied my family to get our boat out of storage. I think sometime in August after I sit for the bar we're going to go out fishing and to Matagorda Island. I'm really looking forward to it.

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