Talking to him last week, he kept mentioning about how excited he was to come "home" to Houston. He missed his friends, he missed his family, he missed doing all the things that he did up here and couldn't wait to get here.
I actually got to spend some quality time with him this trip since he stayed here. We had a chimichanga dinner Sunday night for all who could attend and I made 58 chimichangas to send home to those who couldn't be here.
This morning he got up at 5:30 to make the drive back home because he needed to be at work. As he was leaving I asked him if he had a good time and if he was glad to go back "home". He remarked that it was good to go back "home", the place where he is now comfortable. The place that has all his stuff. That is also surprising because I feel like he is now getting established in his new life and not missing what he left here. I'm sure now his visits to Houston will be farther and fewer between as he builds his new life even bigger.
I know exactly what he's talking about. As much as I love to travel and be gone and do things.....there is sometimes that it's just plain nice to be "home". It is always a good and familiar feeling walking back into the door of your house after being gone for awhile. What a nice and safe feeling your "home" is.
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