The week is almost over!

I am ready for a vacation. I'm ready to get away. I ready to be anything but the person in charge and worring about everything. I'm ready to go home.

Although I have my own home, one that I love dearly, I'm ready to go home. My parents live in the same house that I grew up in. When I was around 9, they turned a 5 room house into a 5 bedroom home by adding on. That is my home. It is the place that I find comfort and energy. No one sees me as the boss. No one wants anything from me. They just want to be with me and I with them. The farm has no expectations.

Life on the farm is laidback. Time moves a little slower there. No one is in a hurry to go anywhere. Company comes for a visit and leaves three hours later.

The best part about going home is being with family. We'll spend lots of time just hanging out talking. Our Thanksgiving dinner will last several hours as no one is ever in a hurry to leave the table.

I'll sleep in and stay up late. I'll putz around in my jammies all day. I won't have to be anywhere at any time. I'm ready to go.