a hippy chick

We’ve extended our trip to TN by 4 days because dh’s job wasn’t finished. We are in a really nice hotel with friendly people, clean sheets and towels everyday that I don’t have to wash, and free breakfast yet I am still so ready to go home.

That word, home, is so crucial to happiness. They say home is where the heart is, and that saying is about 1/2 right. Home is where love is and where you belong, but it is also a feeling. A spirit. Possibilities. Fitting like a glove and feeling safe and comforted no matter what happens. I haven’t felt that way in 15 years or so, ever since I left my childhood home in OK to go to college.

Not that MI is home for me, or for dh either. We checked out Asheville NC the last couple of days and absolutely fell in love with it. Well, at least I did. Dh is not convinced that he will be able to fit in with such a crunchy, organic co-op loving, politically left-leaning town. But, I think I have a good argument when I tell him that NC is the SOUTH. There will always be good ole’ boys running things. Asheville is my little haven of crunchiness in a region where the mainstream culture of gun-toting, gay-bashing, please-do-not-sully-my-eyes-by-breastfeeding-in-public attitudes prevail. I saw 3 women slinging their babies in the 45 minutes that we were in downtown Asheville. Heaven.

So, for now we are leaving TN on Saturday morning bright and early, and we’ll head back to Michigan, find a place to live, pay off our debts and get our lives back on track, maybe have another baby, maybe not, live there for a couple years total and then try to find our HOME.