It has been 5 months almost to the day that we left California bound for the northern prairie and a new life. On Sunday we’re flying back, but just for two days, two days for “taking care of business” and it seems unreal and once again I am – excited AND scared. It has begun to feel like home here on Mt. Faith yet nearly all the days of my life up until now, have been inexorably bound and circled and permeated by that particular west coast culture and all that Mom proclaimed and reveled in – the palm trees and the mountains and the Pacific Ocean.
I must admit it has me wondering. Can I go home again? Will I feel bereft and a little sad? Or already transplanted and shut out? Or frankly grateful and jubilant to be out of the traffic!
It should be interesting. Kind of like expecting to see your first husband (who you liked a lot once upon a time and had a lifetime full of history with) at a family reunion and you feel slightly anxious. Well, actually a lot.
Not to mention, I’m a sissy about flying.
But when I went out this morning to stock the bird feeders for the weekend, here is what I saw – a golden carpet. We wouldn’t have seen THAT in California.