Homeward Bound- A Post You Just Won’t Read
I have been living on The Ponderosa for six months or so now and there are many things that I like about Texas and a few that I love, but the food isn’t part of that list.
Ok, that isn’t entirely true, there are some fine restaurants in the Metroplex but in some areas it falls short. Steak and barbecue has been outstanding, but the Chinese is lacking and the sushi is just ok.Â I am open to finding out that there are places here that will please my palate, or maybe hopeful is a better word.
But I am doubtful that I will find a Brent’s Deli or any deli for that matter that makes me happy and that is part of why I am chomping at the bit to go home tomorrow.
Traveling Jack Is Homeward Bound
I don’t particularly enjoy flying any more between the three hours of security checks, cramped seating and the $198 the airlines charge for peanuts, blanket and the bathroom it has turned into a task but I am far too excited about seeing my kids to care.
Haven’t seen the little buggers in far too long and I can’t wait to spend time in person with them. The phone and Skype only go so far and I am sure they miss having me drag my scruffy face against their own. 😉
Been more than a while since I got to hang out with my friends so I am looking forward to grabbing a beer with the boys.
And yet even though LA will always be home I wonder if this is going to be just a visit or if I am going to find myself driving down the 405 and walking down Ventura Boulevard as a resident again sooner than later.
I moved away with no doubt that I would be gone for a good long while and that it could be years before I ever moved back, but I always figured that one day it would be home again.
What Is Home Now?
But I wonder whether home will feel like home to me. Will I discover that it feels changed in some way because I have changed? Will I wander around familiar places that I know and think of them the same way I view my old schools?
There is no doubt in my mind that family and friends are a huge part of making you feel like you are home. People add life, spice and light to places which is part of why I am unsure about this.
Home is still populated by the majority of those that I consider most dear, but not all.
And now I feel a bit like I am in that in between place that we sometimes occupy when we aren’t completely sure about what direction our life is going to head in.
That is not necessarily a bad thing, it is just one of those moments where you recognize that you are a crossroads and you need to make a decision about what direction to head in.
And maybe that is a common theme about recent posts:
- Some Things Iâ€™ll Teach My Children (Updated Again)
- Sometimes You Have To Forgive Yourself
- What Is A Person Worth Part II
- Sometimes Music is Life Changing
- Drowning In Email
- Blogs and Bloggers Evolve
A Distorted Matzah Ball
Yeah, that photo didn’t size the way I wanted it to but that is ok. That Matzah ball soup still looks good to me and I am undoubtedly going to go a bit meshugah trying to decide what to order.
A good meal always goes a long way to helping a person think more clearly and regardless of whether I come up or don’t come up with answers to my questions I can’t wait to get there.