Odd how being away can teach you about home.
We've just returned from a long weekend in Nebraska and I'm just so happy to be home. Eighteen hours in the car, round-trip, my husband and me. When we got back this evening, I needed to feel the unmoving ground beneath me and couldn't wait to wander through the grass in my bare feet. That's when I took the picture of Pompeii and the sunset. What a nice welcome home. My husband's family originates from a small town in Nebraska, so when we were there we did lots of visiting with both sides of his family and attended his cousin's wedding in Omaha. We didn't have a whole lot of time to explore Omaha, but we spent a morning at the farmer's market in the artsy part of town, and I loved it.
While we were visiting an aunt's home on Friday, I spied the cool building below and imagined it transformed into an art and knitting studio. Can't you just picture it? I was lucky to get a tour from the owner, and he was really proud to show me some of the antiques and junk he collected in there. What fun. If I lived closer, I'd ask him if he'd share just a little corner of it with me. And my Dog. And my art stuff. And my Cat.
The Cat whom, by the way, lost his cool and was pretty pleased to have his Mama home.