Welcome Home

Chris and I both grew up in Buffalo. It is wonderful to move back to the place you grew up and be surrounded by family, particularly as you raise your own little family. But the friends we had growing up have all moved out and on, setting down roots in places far away from the place we call home. We have been blessed to make new, amazing, life long friends that have settled in Buffalo, but we still miss the old. Always have and always will.

In a bizzare coincidence, this week many of these friends planned visits to Buffalo. We have some of Chris's closest friends visiting from Charlotte and my dearest, bestest friends visiting from Oregon. It is like a dream to have them all here. We love sharing our life here with the people who share our history. There is comfort in history, a sense of ease and shared experiences.

I spend a lot of time dreaming of a life with all of them here. A life where we raise our children together. A life where we share weekly dinners together. A life where we are all there to support each other and assist each other in difficult times. We joke about buying land and all of us building our dream homes right next to each other. So we can be there, always there, for each other and our families.

But one by one, they all have to return to their lives. This morning my best friend Diane, her hubbie Scott and their beautiful three children flew back to Oregon. I know we all have blessed lives in our homes, as spread out as they may be, but I still cling to that dream. A dream of all of us settled together in a village we call our own.