This day is a tad different from my Southern Day-after-Thanksgiving traditions in Alabama. Today, I sit on my Northern porch, swinging, listening to Christmas music, and watching the snow fall around me. A cup of hot coffee is what warms my hands, and to some extent, my core. The thing that keeps my heart warm is not the coffee, nor the thick sherpa blanket wrapped around me. It is the memory of those I left behind in my homeland.
When I chose to marry a man in the military, I knew that meant moving from place to place. I even welcomed it. Astounding sights, amazing experiences, and life-long friends are part of the benefits to this lifestyle. Being 4,000 miles away from family and friends during the holidays is the hardest part. Wondering when and if you will ever see some of them again can fill those eternal moments waiting for that chance.
Today, I miss my friends. I want to just sit around a big kitchen table with them and laugh like we used to. I want to be there to make hot chocolate for the grands. I want to read stories, make gingerbread scented play-doh, create Christmas ornaments for my memory tree and just BE there.
Siri tells me there are 920 days until I am back in my heartland. Back to stay where I belong. I am thankful for this life, but I am ready to go home... back to my Southern home.