It was a wonderful three day week-end. We went "home". Actually we went to my mom's house in the Berkshires (western Massachusetts), my childhood home, which somehow still feels like home to me.
I keep waiting for the day that I don't call this place home. I finished college, moved to my own appartment in the city, got a cat, got a car, got a degree, got married, moved and made my own home, had a kid... and still when I am going to my mom's for the week-end, I say I'm going "home".
It is a beautiful area with the perfect balance of mountains and rivers and great restaurants and galleries. My mom has wonderful collections and plants and treasures. It would be difficult to find a better place to call home and maybe that's why I struggle to leave it behind. That and the fact that my childhood bedroom has been completely preserved as though I just walked out the door. It's kind of odd but also strangely important to my inner balance.
It was a week-end with something for everyone. We ate some good meals. We went for a few walks along the river. I gossiped with my mom, watched cable, and hit up some thrift stores. Big Smith went skiing, enjoyed some quality time with the little guy, and read "The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo". Little Smith discovered the dog, dug in houseplants, played outside (with no snow), and learned to climb the stairs... on his own... even unsupervised once- yikes!
We even enjoyed a couple's evening out which was very romantic until we decided to order a brownie sundae complete with hot fudge and I ate so much that I felt queasy for the rest of the night. Little Smith also never sleeps in his pack-and-play well so we didn't have the most restful nights. Still it was really good to get away and the best part of a long week-end is the short week that follows.
It's also always good to be at this home. Hoping for a solid night's sleep in our own bed and crib.