With Christmas in the air, I've been thinking about comfort and home a lot lately. We are officially in our house, but it doesn't feel like home yet. I'm sure it's because we've only been in there for a few days, there are boxes of stuff everywhere, and the walls are still the blandest shade of vanilla imaginable, but still. It's even weird to think that we don't have the apartment anymore and that we won't be moving again in 6 months. This is our home now.
Midland has been in my head, too. I'm excited to be home for 10 days... see family, get presents, be knee-deep in snow... you know. But I'm wondering how home-y it will feel. Will it feel awkwardly un-homey? Like, "Hm, let's go to Pizza Sams...?" Or will it feel too homey? Like, crying when I see the snow and my mom bringing me Starbucks (no one brings me Starbucks here!). Will I want to go back to Houston or stay in Midland? Will I love or hate the weather?
There is very loose talk of doing Christmas in Houston next year. Even though I really don't think that will happen, I would love it if it did. The thought of having all our family, busy and crazy and fun, in one house seems like home to me.
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