Home Again Home Again Jiggety Jig

Mr. Pom and I spent New Year's Day toasting ourselves with decaf skim caps (party animals that we are) at our fave coffee place. It was a poignant moment, which was marked with egg and ham on an English, because we had sat at the very table on New Year's Day 2009 and met with a realtor as we formulated a plan to buy a place on the Cape.

And we did.  

Anyhoo.

This is how our trips go: I tell him I am too busy/tired/crazed to go up there. Then I get enthused as the work week drags on. Then I get cold feet and all whiny as the actual packing and organizing and figuring out who is coming and who has to stay home is sorted out.

I'm happy on the ride up, nervous alone in the dark, quiet house the first night, pissed off at the dogs when they get us up before dark, thrilled that we are there when my feet hit the beach, relaxed the rest of Saturday, then jump up Sunday morning and am packed and in the car to go home by 8:00 a.m.

I hate being betwixt and between, you see. 

But this was the first trip that we brought almost everyone with us. (The respectably employed son had to take a raincheck.) So we finally had the house filled with kids and sister Mar who has accompanied us on all our CC trips since the kids were toddlers.

I can't tell you how much the house came alive with the family there. We cooked, ate, cleaned, hung curtains, hooked up the TV, bought lamps, moved beds, painted cabinets, and christened the house as a home.

There was even pepper mill karaoke for after dinner entertainment.

The house grew a little smaller and a teeny bit of cabin fever set it in when the weather went from this

To this for two days straight:

This morning the sun came out and The Teen and I hit the road. We both had unexpected days off from work and school due to the snow. The ride home was sunny and uneventful and the next thing I knew, I was in my house and supremely happy to be home. The Christmas tree and decorations are still up, my narcissus are blooming, and the amaryllis is on the verge.

I love being home when I'm home.  Our house is old, dumpy, cramped, and furnished with 20-some years of mismatched furniture.  But it's home, full of all of us, around the corner from everybody, and the dogs tend to sleep later.

Off for a cup of tea, a new book,  and lapful of Cucciolo.

Happy Janvier!