they say you can't go home again. and i suppose there's some truth to that. but i think what it really means is that you can't go back to your childhood. that simple things that once gave you joy can be harder to appreciate. that once a sense of our innocence leaves us, it never quite comes back. that things still go on while you're gone. places change and grow just as much as you do in your time away. but home can take on multiple meanings and feelings, and be a lot of different places. when i fly into la guardia and see the skyline, i feel safe. i feel at home. when the amazing green of tennessee comes into view and we descend into nashville, i feel a sense of relief. i feel at home. when i'd go back to denmark, the country i studied abroad in, from whatever weekend adventure i had been on, i felt at home. i mean, at least i was going back to hearing an unfamiliar language i had gotten used to hearing.
but my first home, and the place that is first in my heart, is virginia. i. love. virginia. and yes, i think it's the best state in the union. there, i said it, it's out there. yes, i think my state is better than yours.
and i bet you think yours is better than mine and we can agree to disagree.
and swap local restaurant recommendations.
please and thank you.
my parents moved when i was in college, so i don't technically go to my childhood home, but they moved within virginia. and all of virginia feels like home to me. so my excitement has been building for a few weeks now.
afternoons by the pool.
visits to vineyards.
stopping by my favorite restaurants.
virginia or bust, kids.
what are you doing with your holiday weekend?