Home is Where the Heart Is
Going home to visit my family is always so bitter sweet for me.
When I was 18 years old and went off to college I said I'd never be back. And I meant it.
Well, sort of.
I said to myself that I wanted to live in a big city. I wanted to 'be somebody'. I wanted to leave that small town life behind.
And I have.
And now it hurts me.
I didn't even blink an eye at the idea of being closer to home until I had my son. And being stuck in a big city with a workaholic husband, very few friends, and family over 15 hours away is NOT fun.
That's what it felt like when my son was first born. Now life in Philly has gotten easier. But in the beginning?
I was so sad that I couldn't see my family and that they wouldn't watch my son grow up.
Thankfully that's when I started this blog. I wanted my family to be able to watch him grow. To see his milestones. Smile at what I smiled at.
And by sharing it here and through Skype, Boston knows exactly who his grandma & poopaw is. Who is Aunt Carrie is. And I love it. I'm grateful for that.
We got to my parents for a long weekend on Thursday. Boston was an angel in flight. After being stuck on the tarmac in Philly for nearly 2 hours he deserves a Gold Medal!!! He didn't make a peep.
We haven't done much. And that's really the way I like it. But the last time we were here my dad bought Boston a SpiderMan fishing pole. And unfortunately, we never got to use it.
I can't wait to share those pics with you. Probably the best I've ever taken...and I am SOOO not a photographer! haha
Then we hit up Wal-Mart and spoiled my kid got a few items.
Then I decided to head out and get my nails done...which in turn ended up gone for 2+ hours cruising in my moms convertible reliving my childhood. =)
I lived in this town the entire part of my adolescent years. From birth till I left for college. I lived in town for the first few years of my life. But then we moved out to the country! (Oh come on..who am I kidding. Even in TOWN it was country!)
We moved into my grandparents house on a dirt road called 'Fortman Lane'. It was my dads parents who owned the land and home we lived in but my parents were going to build a house so it just made since to rent from them till they did.
It was a gorgeous day, Boston was having a ball playing with his Aunt Carrie and I had time to myself. I hit up a couple places in town that led me to the new High School that was built and I wanted to see it. It just so happened to be on the road that led to my old house. So of course I had to keep driving. How many Fortman Lane's are there in the world, ya know?
So I hit up this old country road and all these childhood memories just came pouring out. From walking in 2 feet of snow over a mile to the bus stop every morning. To when my onry cousin shot me i the leg with a BB Gun!! ha. I remembered the time I learned how to ride a bike. Where I bugged the heck out of my mom for EVER and she came at me with a freshly peeled tree limb and 'patted' me along till I finally rode that bike!
Either way. The memories were something I totally needed on this trip.
You can take the girl out of the country....but you can't take the country out of the girl.