I suppose it depends on your definition of going home.
The past three years, I’ve spent the month of November back in Texas. (Also the reason there are not many posts here on this site from me during that time) After moving to the mountains of Colorado full time in the summer of ’21, I was told by many that it wouldn’t last. After all, I no longer skied and it’s dang cold here for quite a few months. I didn’t have the friend base or connections that I had enjoyed for 40+ years; I didn’t have all the volunteer connections and opportunities that I had worked on for 30+ years. But I was willing to try and just wear plenty of layers from November through May. And yes, I have been here when it’s snowed on the 4th of July. (eye roll)
I lived in and loved H-Town for most of my life. Born there, raised/reared there, went away to University of Texas for four years but then married there, raised my own family there, worked there, volunteered there, made many friendships there – you name it. I would call Houston “home”.
So is home a physical house? Is home a city you live in or a state of mind?
For many of my Texas friends, home must be where you live because why else do they keep sending me MLS listings for cute small cottages in my old neighborhood, or nearby neighborhoods, to tempt me to come back?
For many, they’ll say you can take the girl outta Texas, but cannot take the Texas outta the girl. That I’ll agree with. I am Texan through and through, and I’m not totally sure – except for maybe New York or California – that there is another state that so totally encompasses a way of living or a way of life.
If home is a state of mind, then that should be you wherever you live. So then why do I continue to go back as often as I do? There is a perfect blend of things that I love that happen in November that justifies my returning. I attend and volunteered at the Houston Ballet Nutcracker Market for so many years that it is a part of my persona. I love Thanksgiving, and the kickoff of the holiday season and doing that with family and extended family is so fun. Of course, there’s Longhorn football – win or lose, I have season tickets and go to the home games and proudly wear the burnt orange. I catch up with friends, lunches and dinners. I attend a few annual fundraisers of causes near and dear to my heart.
And then there are the annual doctor checkups that I’ll schedule, because breaking into the healthcare system in a mountain resort area is challenging at best. Walgreen’s cannot even hire a full time pharmacist because it costs too much for them to live here and the doctors in practice here are no longer taking new patients (and certainly not ones on medicare – UGH!) Lucky for me I’m pretty healthy here and if something happens, well, that’s what Urgent Care and “Doc in a Box” is for – right?? HA! Seriously . . .
Maybe home is a blend of all three – house, location and emotional attachment. Think I’ll just have to canoodle on that a bit more. In the meantime, have a wonderful December, don’t get any paper cuts from all the gift wrapping, remember to smile and treat people with kindness, especially be nice to postal workers and delivery drivers because who would want THEIR jobs at this time of the year.
Enjoy your home, wherever you are – you’re all awesome and so important to me.