Home Sweet Home.

 "Oh, but anyway, Toto, we're home. Home! And this is my room, and you're all here. And I'm not gonna leave here ever, ever again, because I love you all, and - oh, Auntie Em - there's no place like home!"

Today I found myself back at home because I simply needed a break. As I found myself all cozy in my bed, with my Yorkie (OK ex-Yorkie/daughter who has been taken in by her "grandparents", I found myself repeating the infamous lines of Dorothy, "there's no place like home." Yes, I have my own life now with my soon to be husband. We have our home (which has me EXTREMELY busy), and now we decided to throw in some more!! Yes.. a dog. Yet, I have not been able to call this place "home". To me home is the place where I have lived for 24 years. I experienced EVERYTHING in my "home", and I find it extremely difficult to leave and find another place home. I wonder how long it will take? When I think of that warm place, where I fall into bed and find myself completely relaxed, I think of Mom and Dad's home, not my home. I know I need to give myself time, especially since I am the only child. I am still a baby! Everything is a new experience to me, and I can't wait until I find this home my true comfort zone and my home.

I don't have a pair of fancy red sparkly slippers, but I do have a car! I find myself going home just because. Because: it is 3 minutes from the gym, I want my Mother's home cooked meal, I miss my parents, I miss my daughter Pixie, I want my old bed, and because I CAN! I know I know. I sound like a child who truly needs to let go and wean herself off, but I guess everything will fall into place at the right time.

As we grow and mature, we find ourselves truly appreciating the little things in life. The clothes being washed for us, the cooked meals, the cleaning.. *sigh*... things that I am now responsible for doing for not myself, but for my other half and our new son (dog) Joey. I now give mothers and wives BIG props. High five sista! It is not an easy job. Cleaning, cooking, and maintaining the house so it looks perfect! I was not raised to have a maid or a cleaning lady. I was raised that as a woman you handle the household, and that is the way I plan on keeping it. No I am not the stereotypical housewife from 1950. I worked, went to college, and got a degree for myself. I intend to use that degree and not sit home UNLESS I have children and need to care for them. Okay, well if the hubby insists I don't work ... then I can consider it an option! As a woman I feel it is my place to ensure my home is clean and well taken care of. Luckily, I have another half who insists on taking care of the house as well, and I admire that. Everything should not be upon my shoulders. I cook, yes you can do the dishes. You can help with our new child, you can wake up in the middle of the night. I was raised to be a good woman and wife, but I refuse to be blind and a vegetable.

Let's see where the night takes me. The doggy is finally asleep. I hope I do not find myself repeating the phrase "there's no place like home!"