October at Home-

As I stepped off the escalator I watched as a college age kid, saw his parents, and sprinted to his mom. He stood and embraced his mom and a then turned and ran to hug his dad. I think that action is something that we all want to do when we go home. We want to sprint to our parents and to feel safe and to feel like a kid again. I found myself tearing up as it’s a feeling that hits so close to home. And I think that is when a place really feels like home, when you arrive, and that is the greeting you recieve.

Don’t get me wrong, I love living in Dallas, but there is just something different about home. The air is fresh, and everything is familiar.

Fall is my favorite season. It is warm, inviting and cozy. The leaves change, it is time to change your fashion choices, it’s football season and everything is pumpkin.

But, there is something even more special about fall when I am home in Colorado.

First and foremost, the leaves change and the foliage is hard to beat. But, it’s more than that.

It’s the fact that I can drive without a GPS, and that I know street names and landmarks when someone gives directions. It’s the feeling of sitting outside to work from home, or to finish the day with a walk.

It’s the middle school football games where you watch kids fall in love with the sport. It’s the conversations that they have before they grab their helmet to run onto the field. The simple fact that they just enjoy each other’s company. They would never admit that, but you can tell by the huddles and banter they exchange before practice.

It feels like nothing changed, like I am still a kid. It’s crazy that my brother is at the same school I went to. And, as I drop him off and pick him up, it feels the same as when I was there 10 years ago. Somehow I graduated high school and college, but I still feel like I could walk into that school and be a student. I am grateful that I can feel like I can step back and time and feel like a kid again.

Not only does fall feel like fall, it feels like home.

Until next time,

xoxo,

Megan