Saturday, May 20, 2006

there's no place like home



I'm feeling just like Dorothy at the end of "The Wizard of Oz" - truly glad to be back home. They say home is where the heart is, but for me, home is where my house, computer, wardrobe, washing machine and dog are. Assuming my family is there, too, of course.

I firmly believe that one of the most important roles of The Holiday is to make you realise how you feel about your everyday life. I once took a vacation with Fatty (pre-children) and realised that I wasn't happy with my life. I was working way too many hours, and was getting burnt-out. On that holiday, I dreaded our return to 'normal life'.

This past week, we combined visiting Fatty's darling parents with a 2-night stay away in a country cottage (the photo is from just near the cottage). As much as I enjoyed the break, I also found myself looking forward to returning to our day-to-day routines. I wanted to come home and pat our beagle. I wanted to blog. I wanted to sit with Fatty on our comfy couch. I'm keen to take my kids to their swimming lessons, and to go to karate class. I want to see how everyone is going at work.

I am reminded that every part of life is precious, whether glorious or mundane.

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*THANK YOU Tootie my sweet friend, for keeping the home fires burning! For those of you who would like to read more from the very entertaining Tootie, go here. Some of you already visit her blog, and I'm sure many others will become new fans! *

14 comments:

BD said...

Nice photo...

T. said...

Lovely pic Jelly. Welcome back. You were missed.

Abandoned in Pasadena said...

Welcome home...we're glad you're back.

After a vacation, which is usually very enjoyable I long for the comfort of home. There's just nothing like being back home and doesn't that tell you something about ourselves? That we really do love our life...the life we have made for ourselves, with husband, children, friends and work. There's great pleasure in the thought: there's no place like home.

Kerri said...

A little break from everyday routine is nice, but it's a wonderful thing to love your home so much that you miss it when you're away and cherish it when you're back!
We're glad you're back Dorothy...ah...I mean Jelly :) I'm glad you had fun. The cottage must've been lovely. Pretty picture!

Motherkitty said...

Hello, Jellyhead, hello. Just stopped in to say "hi" and to welcome you back home from your holiday.

Thanks again for your words of encouragement during the past month or so and for checking up on me. I certainly missed "talking" to everyone during my PK convalescence. I'm back now and ready to take on the blogosphere once again. I have missed you and all my other blogpals.

Hope you and the family have a wonderful Sunday!

mackeydoodle said...

Welcome home Jelly!

TUFFENUF said...

Hey, we all missed you so much. What an "odd" friendship we all have in this blogging thing!! I can see that when I go away on vacation that I am gonna have to locate a computer somewhere! Anyway, WELCOME HOME!

Val said...

Your post shows that you have been able to rest enough and are relaxed enough to come back home and face your daily life with renewed vigor. Well done on a successful holiday!

Heather said...

I had fun blog-sitting for you, Jelly, but am SO glad you are home. I missed you!

doubleknot said...

Hi glad you are glad that you are back - be it ever so humble there is no place like home.

doubleknot said...

Forgot - that is a lovely picture. Looks so peacful there.

John Cowart said...

The bench beneath the tree looks swo inviting.

susan said...

Welcome home Jelly! We enjoyed your blog-sitter, she did a great job. I am sure anything we told her will not be used against us, right? Glad you had a good break and are safely back home again.

Mimi said...

I know I'll probably offend someone with my comment but the most recent time I felt like Dorothy was when I returned from the UK. I know I wasn't in a developing country or anything but God was I glad to get home even though we had a great time. The worst of it was the airport in Amsterdam where we were smoked out of the place and I was treated as a terrorist every time I tried to board a plane even though I was traveling with four young kids. Nobody smiled at me or said Hello, may I help you. When I arrived at customs to a smiling American agent I wanted to reach over a kiss him when he said, "Welcome home".