On the way home (to my parents house) in Kansas, there is this sign on the road the they live on that says, "Road To Oz". I never really even thought that it was funny or even really out of the ordinary. See...if you keep going on that road, there is a Wizard of Oz museum so, it's sort of fitting.
And THEN...I brought Trent home for the first time. And he about had a heart attack. Just on a side note: I NEVER heard a Wizard of Oz joke until I moved here. (I can't even count the times I've been asked where ToTo is.)
So, changing the subject a little bit--last night it was BEAUTIFUL out. So we sat out on the porch almost all evening. And of course..it reminded me of home. Being around lots of family, and even when family wasn't there, SOMEBODY was always stopping by. My dad saying, "Who the %*&$ is here now?! But then talking them for hours."
Home is like: your first pet, your first love, the songs your grandma used to sing to you....everytime I think about these things, my heart breaks, just a little bit. Sometimes its just a good memory, sometimes its sad, and sometimes I miss it.
There's no place like home.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
We are doing life, Neal Style. The best way we know how. Up and down, twists and turns. Sometimes it gets a little crazy and messy. But it's our life, TOGATHER! Feel free to tag along, but buckle your seatbelt, it might be a bumpy ride! :)
No comments:
Post a Comment