this afternoon, after work, i am jumping on an expressway and driving home.
home here is my cozy little nest with my cuddly jimmyredhed and snuggly kitties.
here is the larger scheme of things will always be cuba.
home home is a place that i haven't lived in the better part of seven years,
a place i've come to terms with time and again.
a place that, at this point in my life, i grow anxious to return to . . . in a good way.
my weekend to do list ::
get directions to 294
stop for gas
sing really loud with the windows down (at least partially, for a tiny bit)
call my jimmyredhed to make the ride go quicker
meet my parents in peoria for dinner
go to the Amish bakery outside of town
go out to eat with the family for my dad's birthday
drinks with my dad
breakfast with my mom and step-dad
pack up the car to bring home way too many things!
hit the road for sweet home chicago.
Where is home home for you?