As I’ve noted over the past couple of posts–I’ve been a little out of orbit over the past couple of days. But now we are back home, and I have that grateful feeling that we’ve finally landed.

On the drive back from my mother-in-law’s place, we made a pit stop at one of our favorite hole-in-the-wall South Indian restaurants in Decatur (when they first started serving food at this place, they literally had a hole in the wall from the front counter to the kitchen!) As we were digging into idli and dosa, my youngest commented that she hadn’t really been missing Atlanta until right then when we were sitting in our old, familiar restaurant doing an old, familiar thing.

Amen, sister. Or daughter, as the case may be. I couldn’t have put it any better myself. And in fact, I didn’t!

Of course the old haunts and old habits would stir up these feelings. But the thing is: there’s a lot of new familiar things that we are starting to gather around us in our new home. New habits, new haunts, new rituals. And that’s a wonderful thing.

Tomorrow morning, I will wake up in my own bed, paddle out to my own kitchen, and start a pot of coffee. I may be tired, but I know that I will be happy to be back home and back into our new old routine.