Home sweet home away from home

I'm home. Or maybe its 'home.' I'm in the stage of life where (momma, take no offense) I now call Alabama home. Yet when I come to Ohio, its still the house thats familiar, the bed I'm so used to, the places I'll never forget. It too is home. In order to ever feel like I'm growing up, and adult they call us giant kids, I must not keep treating myself like I'm still in college.

In fact, lets get this on paper. That might be one of my biggest pet peeves in the field of work I do. Because I work with college students, I'm often treated like a college student. Yes, I do work on their schedule, but even that is taken out of context. I don't have the summer off to do whatever I want nor do I have all day to chill. Far from it in fact. I'm two years out of college now. If I was working a "normal job" many people call it, like an accountant or teacher, I suspect I wouldn't be treated like a bum. Guess I just needed to get that off my chest...

So about my home. I've found a new home in Tuscaloosa. All my stuff is there, all my bills come there thats for sure, and its where I kick my feet up after a long day. Its home. But Ohio will never not be home to me. I'm somewhere caught between the middle I guess. I suppose we could call it 'home sweet home away from home' Thats how I feel.

On a different note, I am in Ohio. I'm here for the week...based on the change of plans I've had this week. Its nice to be back here where I can be taken care :) I fly out next Monday. Don't count on seeing me much though if you are around here--today I didn't even leave the house. Rest is in store for me.