Homeward Bound- A Post You Just Won’t Read

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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.  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:

A Distorted Matzah Ball

That's a matzo 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.

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11 Comments

  1. Faryna July 18, 2013 at 9:09 am

    I’m glad for you. That you’re going to spend time with the family. Enjoy that my friend.

  2. KDillabough July 18, 2013 at 4:37 am

    Home is what you make it, where you make it 🙂 Cheers! Kaarina

  3. bdorman264 July 18, 2013 at 3:49 am

    Good luck on your journey; it will always be home……

    • TheJackB July 19, 2013 at 9:38 am

      bdorman264 Thank you Bill. Hope Florida is being good to you. Tell Barkley that I’ll gladly take him on the links. Probably a better bet there than on the basketball court. 😉

  4. Julie Barrett July 18, 2013 at 3:05 am

    OMG that looks like death on a plate and oh-so-good at the same time!  The place where I grew up has nothing immediately thrilling about it but if I could go back in time and visit my parents’ house while they were still there and go to all the usual restaurant haunts like the deli and the diner and the Burg with all the Italian food, surely that would be heaven. 
    Wishing you a quick and uneventful trip out and a great time with family and friends 🙂

  5. zoebyrd2 July 17, 2013 at 8:05 pm

    Enjoy your time with your kids, Jack. Sounds corny but home I’m sure is anyplace where they are. My kid is grown now but I find that as much as I dislike the state he lives in,  I always feel like Im heading home when I go to see him.

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