I’m starting to think a lot about home. I’ve been away from my physical home for some weeks now and am missing it. Then I ask myself, what is it, exactly, I miss.
Do I miss the physical structure? Sometimes; I designed our home myself and, though I now wish I’d had some professional help, it works well for our lifestyle.
Do I miss the landscape? Yes. I miss the shade trees, the blooming plants, the variety of shades of green across our lot. I love it because of the care my husband devotes to it. You can take the farmer away from the land, but you can’t get that need to work the land out of a farmer’s heart. He is great with all aspects of our landscape.
Do I miss the weather? This time of year, rarely. I’ve had enough summer and am ready for some cooler weather, so not really on the weather.
Do I miss my two cats? Definitely. Alex is our old girl, around 18. She’s not as spry as she once was and is losing her hearing. She can still bring a smile to my face though. And Sam, the male who adopted us about 7 years ago, is dog-like, but still definitely has a cattitude. I often see Sam following my husband around the yard as plants, trims and waters. Sam is the only true lap cat I’ve ever had and I love having him there.
What I miss most, though, is the companionship of my husband. Each time I’m away I realize anew that what I told him once is true. For me, home is wherever he is. He said that was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to him. I’m glad. And I’m happy that soon, I’ll be heading home.