Being a snowbird requires a bit of magical thinking. The meaning for "home" has to be modified to fit where you are, not where your house is. In fact, my first blog's name was
Always at Home because in my younger days I would begin redecorating if I lived in a motel for more than one day.
I don't do that anymore. It was wearing me out. However, I still am a nester that can make a home out of a packing crate. It is a gift I think.
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| Easter in Oregon |
When the major holidays roll around, especially those religious holidays like Easter and Christmas, finding peace while not near our family is a little hard. We miss that part of home that involves grandchildren and children.
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| Easter in Arizona |
What we have discovered is that we can celebrate with friends and share their family traditions and stories with them. It eases that home-sickness that seems to seep into those special days. In a way we are like children again leaving home for the first time and making new traditions of our own.
So this Sunday on that special day 4 of our closest friends will come to our house for brunch. We will share not only food and prayer but also family news. After all of these years the magic is working...Arizona is beginning to feel like "home" during the holidays.
Have a wonderful Easter weekend.
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