Homeward Bound

Tomorrow I head on home for the Holidays. Excuse me, for CHRISTMAS (since I can say it).

I can’t wait; I’ve been waiting since I left from Thanksgiving to go back. I love my hometown, the people, the places, the little quirks. There really is nothing like home.

I love back home because I’m familiar with it. I’m familiar with the streets and places of the valley city I’m in, but not the way of living, the lifestyle by which everyone operates. It frustrates me to no end sometimes when the people I live with or are around me view things differently and have absurd opinions on things. Those of us from small MOUNTAIN towns (which are very much different from small SAN JOAQUIN towns) really can’t relate to most other people. We have a certain code of conduct that doesn’t make sense to most, and other lifestyles and such just don’t make much sense to US. I’m glad, then, to be going back to a place where everyone lives in the same manner – simple, relational, considerate, and laid back.

I love the smells of home: the pine trees, dew on fresh cut hay, crisp mountain air, sagebrush. The way I describe it: clean. I love being able to look out every window of my house and see either the lake, the close-by mountains, the light blue sky with puffs of clouds as accents, or the mighty oaks.

I want to stress the sky for the moment. My least favorite color now that I have moved to the city is smog. Driving to school and seeing a brownish-grey and it not being clouds or wood smoke is not very appealing to me. It doesn’t make my day any better at least.

Seeing the blue sky as I pull into my home each time I return, stepping out and taking a deep breath, I know without a doubt that I truly am home.