Home...

How do you  define home? Where you were born? where you grew up? where your parents live? for some people, many people this is all the same place. Not for me...born in one country, spent more than half my life in another and parents lives in yet another country. So where do I define home? Over the years I've always defined it as were my family was, meaning Mum and Dad and my sisters...then Sarah left home, I got married, had my own kids and home became where my immediate family was, where me and the hubby lived.

Then we moved...
Now I feel unsettled, like we aren't home, we're in lingo...
Denver is home, was home for 9 years...I feel like it should and will be home again.
This weekend we went home for the long labor day weekend, it was so nice to be back. Not just to see great friends but the weather...being able to take the kids to the park and not die of heat stroke, needing a sweatshirt or jeans after dark, leaving the windows open was so nice. Denver just feels like home, feels like that's where we belong. Hubby is saying by May we'll be back...since we got into this new industry for his career I've learned not to hold my breath.

We have a network of friends there, a support system and since we moved so much when I was growing up I've learned to lean on friends and appreciate the time together!

This weekend was time with our best friends we stayed at their place and soaked up every minute of time together. We also saw our friends who have kiddos about my kiddos age, for a fun fun playdate at the park.

I miss it...
Denver is home...
Thanksgiving is our next planned trip...
But I have my eye set on May to get back home...
We'll see...