Today would be a day where I would be sounding just like my Mom: "I want to go home!" With Mom on her way to assisted living with Dad in 2013, and me in New Orleans again, our refrains were the same: "I want to go home!" Mom wanted to return to 411 and couldn't. I wanted to return to Cadrieu and couldn't. We both did our very best with wanting something that we couldn't have.
Today, I'm at that place again. Honestly, whenever I'm here I want to be there...home in Cadrieu. Some days are worse than others. I've asked myself if I'm having more trouble because our return is right around the corner? Maybe. Other times, I am just very weary of always feeling in between and unsettled.
My two months in Cadrieu this summer were important in so many ways. The biggest aha for me that was reconfirmed this summer was: when I am in New Orleans, I want to be in Cadrieu; but, when I am in Cadrieu I am right where I want to be.
I am home.
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