If you asked me where home is, I would say Colorado.
I still think of it as home.
I wonder how many years it took me to consider Colorado home after growing up in Kansas City. That was 35 years ago.
But, every now and then, I think of Panama as home...it is just starting to feel that way.
My favorite time of year is the holiday season. You might be confused because I hate the cold and it is cold at this time of year, at least in the US.
But the holidays trump the cold.
I love the camaraderie, family, friends and festivity. All the hoopla and activity.
And then the dastardly January 1st...the end of the holidays. I dreaded it. The long, bleak winter. Yuk!
I came home from working out at lunch time and found Yella putting up the Christmas tree and decorations.
I put on some Christmas music. It was foggy and raining outside.
And it felt like Christmas. Looked like Christmas. Felt like home.
Very strange! There are no old friends, no family, no snow or cold, no dream house in the mountains at 9000 feet elevation with deer grazing out front.
But there are new friends, Christmas decorations and music, and the cosy fog and rain. Plus 2 dogs!
Ahhhhh...the holidays!
2 comments:
Hi Tom, while I was travelling, I looked to see what made home for me (us), and what I found was that where there was BOTH Friendship, AND Contribution (From Me!) a place feels like Home. I am at Home a lot of places, now. India is a Dear Home to Me as Well. Want to add Panama to the List!!!
Love, Darshan
Well said...friendship and contribution! As I look, that feels about right.
We would love to have you here! No doubt, you will add Panama as Home. Maybe either coming or going to India.
Your own private casita awaits you!
Love, Tom
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