Home and then Home Again

We just returned from a lovely two-week visit to WV for the Thanksgiving holiday. Returning to our own house on the ridgetop was simpler than I'd thought it would be, and not as poignant. The house in New Hampshire also feels like home. I wonder just how strong my allegiances are. We probably hold ourselves a little bit in reserve, knowing that life can deal you a change at any moment, completely disrupting routines and associations. Some may see this as pessimistic. I assure myself that it is realism or maybe flexibility. I don't want to be shattered by unforeseen catastrophe (cancer, house fires, hurricanes, you get the picture). Neither do I want to be constantly and anxiously looking over my shoulder. How to face the future is a big topic on the Ovarian Cancer discussion group with whom I participate. I think all of us would prefer to live in the moment...Not too many succeed. Still, I know I'm fortunate to be able to enjoy so many things. Willie G and I have great explorations; living with Za has been both educational and joyful; visiting Gabe, Robin, and Neva is a privilege, and the West Virginia community feels like a blanket of truth and compassion that I can wrap around myself.
Merry Christmas everyone and a hopeful New Year.