|The last harvest from our garden…surprise kabocha squash!!!|
Last night we showered, grabbed a beer and headed over to our neighbors (my in laws) for dinner. Have any of you ever felt what it feels like to really be home? When we were driving our last trip back to Asheville Husband and I were discussing how Charlotte and our house were already starting to feel foreign. We considered our house our home and it felt as such, but we made it a home because we had to. Neither of us ever really cared to be in Charlotte and every time we left Asheville to return it felt like we were leaving a part of ourselves behind waiting until we could come back again. It was amazing to be driving towards a home where we really wanted to be for once. It’s been years upon years since I’ve felt like I am at home.