Jeana’s Journal

I have just returned from a glorious visit to a quilting friend in Maine. The leaves were beautiful (just a little past peak), the seafood unsurpassed, the walks by the ocean inspiring, and a full week for stitching with friends. Vacations do not get any better.

I arrived at my home airport late in the evening. I felt physically very tired and a little sad. After that came the two hour drive to my town. As we drove through the darkness a definite shift in my thinking was taking place and I began to feel anticipation that grew as the miles to home shortened. The thoughts of being in my very own place again lifted my spirits and I could hardly wait.

I have a sister who is a “homebody.” Her favorite place to be is at home. She attends social functions and enjoys her time there as well as anyone. In fact, she is often the life of the party, but, just like Cinderella and her pumpkin, when it is time for the party to end, she is the first out the door and is halfway home before many of us have left the event. It is as if an unseen elastic band around her ankle and attached to her house propels her home in haste.

I think I was feeling the presence of my elastic band as we drove toward home. Entering the house I was greeted with the familiar smell of my home—warm and clean with a hint of scented candles. My faithful companion cat waited at the door to rub against me and then to sniff my legs to determine what foreign scent I was bringing into her domain.

A short time later I snuggled into my warm, soft bed. My last waking thoughts repeated Dorothy’s famous line, “There’s no place like home, there’s no place……….