A fine line between Comedy and Blasphemy

Heading “home” is weird. Home is now Austin, but in a way Orange County will always carry the home connotation. I spent over 41 years there, it shaped who I am. Good, bad or indifferent. I always find myself referring to OC as “back home.” is it because I am so used to saying it? That I have never been away from Souther California four this long in one stretch? Is it because there is no Del Taco in Austin?
All those questions run through my head, and you know what? I am a little scared of going back. What if I get real homesick. It was tough enough leaving the first time. Will seeing all the people I love throw me into a tailspin? Honest healthy fears.
What I do know is that moving to Austin was the right thing for Katie and Me. While neither of us had roots in the town, that works to an advantage. I am rooted on the West coast and she is on the East. This way we are planting on even ground and growing together.
So as I sit on the Amtrak heading to CA, I am excited to see my friends and family and the home that made me who I am, as I know Katie is excited to see hers when she goes back to GA in a few weeks, I am also missing Katie and the home we are building for our future.
It seems to me that home is where one feels comfortable and loved for who they are. In those teems, I am blessed to have many homes.

I was accepted as an author for OC Metblogs.
I am excited to be able to write about things here in orange county that may bee seen on a broader basis.
I will still be writing here on a more personable level and with things that do not pertain to Orange County.
Just wanted to share!