It’s said that time flies when you’re having fun. How true that is! I haven’t blogged for a week because I’ve been so busy having fun. Last week brought my daughter and her family to Texas to check out the homestead, the town we live in, and unfortunately to take home my granddaughter who had been staying with is since we made the road trip from CA. At one point I jokingly said I was going to enroll her in school in TX and keep her because it was so nice to have her there but that didn’t quite work out!  I cant even begin to describe how happy I was to have them there. It was as if the house had suddenly come to life. I could bake! I could get out my serving dishes! I could cook for them! Those things that moms do for their kids – I could do those things again! It was just what I needed.

We were total tourists all week! And why not? We’re still new, right? This leads me to a side question. Every time someone asks, “where y’all from?” I never know quite how to respond. Do I say I’m from CA? Do I say I’m from Boerne and hope they don’t ask me any questions about the area? Do I say I’m a transplant? How do lifelong Texans feel about CA people encroaching? At what point do I say I’m from TX? Three weeks hardly seems long enough to be an established resident. I still have a CA driver’s license and CA plates on my car (and I don’t intend to change those until I have to!).

Our visit went by way too fast. We were on the go every day and although I had made plans to travel back to CA with them I was still sad they were leaving. They cant be leaving so soon, there are still things we didn’t get to do, things I didn’t get to show them, and we hadn’t even had any BBQ yet! I cannot wait for them to come back, and for the rest of the kids to come visit. I look forward to the chaos of having them all there at the same time!

 Is it possible to feel like a stranger in your own home town? All this time I have felt like I was just on vacation, that pretty soon I’d be going back home and back to work. Well now I’m back, but there is another family living in our house and I have no job to go to. I guess this will take a while to get used to – but for the next six days, I can run to the grocery store and it will only take me a few minutes to get there and back. In fact, I may even live dangerously and go without a shopping list!