Categories: christmas, herne-bay
Date: 21 December 2008 10:09:05
A few days ago I wrote on my Facebook status "Tractor Girl is not sure if she is going "home" on Friday. Well, now I've arrived I am sure, I have come home on fleeting Christmas visit.
Coming home means being welcomed at the station
Coming home means a succession of hugs from your "family", old and young alike
Coming home means endless food and drink, but somehow all in moderation
Coming home means nobody minds if you want to dive into a pile of old magazines to find the useful articles
Coming home means being asked to do one of the readings at the carol service
Coming home means bumping into your daughter in a ridiculously small sized New Look and needing to buy her something smart so she can support her best friend at a funeral
Coming home means you are given free access to the computer before church, as long as you don't download a virus.
Coming home means that there is a part left open for Third Party in the youth group drama
Coming home means everybody sharing their news
Coming home means you're totally honest when asked how it's going
Coming home means in one way you are treated like a guest but you are also allowed to totally relax as part of the furniture who people don't need to fuss for
Coming home means you know that you are loved
Coming home here, now, feels like I have regained part of what I lost when my grandma passed away. It's a different place and different set of "family" but the feeling of total love and security is the same. I have come home!!!