The boys and I are back in Houston for a visit. As we entered our subdivision, one of them threw his hands up and exclaimed "We're hooooooome!". I felt the same way. I've enjoyed living in a different place, meeting new people, and observing the agrarian culture and landscape; but I'm ready to be home.
The rent house isn't ours, it isn't that great, the farm is messy and untrimmed. There are no flower beds and few trees. And I miss stores and restaurants! In Nebraska we shop at a couple of great stores on the square and at Walmart which is twenty miles East or West to nearby towns.
Anyway, it is nice to be home, we're not disappointed and we don't feel out of place. We feel we're home. I have owned this house 23 years and we are part of each other. I feel comfortable here.I'm too sentimental about the house for my own good. It's also the neighborhood and neighbors. I've had the same neighbors on each side and across the street since I moved here. There is a lot of history and comfort in that.
I'm surprised the Houston traffic doesn't bother me. It doesn't right now. I'm just glad to see stores and houses and people. Interesting fact with regard to crowds and traffic - there are more than twice as many people in greater Houston than the state of Nebrska.
So, the adage that you can't go home again doesn't pertain to us who have transferred temporarily from a big city we know to a sparsely populated agricultural state. An interesting fact on population - there are more than twice as many people in greater Houston than in the state of Nebraska...
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