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The last two weeks have been a whirlwind! Last Tuesday through Sunday, I was in Dallas for the eWomenNetwork National Conference. I made a lot of great connections with amazing people from all over the country. Rick picked me up from the airport at 10 p.m. Sunday night and then the next morning I unpacked and repacked for four days in Victoria B.C. Tuesday night I was speaking at the Victoria chapter of eWomenNetwork and during the day Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday I was live streaming a marketing intensive from Stamford, Connecticut from 6 a.m. to 2:30 p.m. By the end of the second week, my heart and my brain were FULL!
During all of that travel, I thought about home a lot. When I was younger, we moved around a lot. I learned that home was wherever we were. Home could have been the lodge we were staying at until our housing was assigned, the temporary apartment we were in, or the place we finally settled into for the next year or two. During the first week of travel, being away from my home wasn’t that hard. There were activities all day and so many new people to meet or older friends to get to know better. Home that week was my hotel room.
The following week was when I really noticed the difference. I was craving home. I missed my husband, my bed, and a little bit of normalcy. I was in Victoria, B.C. and I figured that between Skype and instant messaging apps, I would be able to stay in touch with Rick. We missed each other the first two days because of his schedule, lack of Wi-Fi, then my schedule. Late Wednesday night, we were finally able to Skype which helped a little bit. By the time Thursday afternoon came around, I could not wait another minute to get home.
I was at my home, my physical address, for less than a day before Rick and I left for our cabin near Lake Chelan. The funny part is that this is home too. Our little slice of heaven is a place of grounding, centering, and reconnecting. Even the three hours that we spend driving over in the truck feel like home.
This confirms for me what I have known since I was a little girl. Home is where my heart is. For a majority of the last two weeks, I was able to enjoy the adventure knowing I had my heart with me to make connections with amazing women from all over. During the second week, after I had connected with and presented to the women in Victoria, my heart wasn’t in it anymore.
I needed time with Rick to share what I had learned and what I got to teach. I wanted to hear from him what had happened in his life. I craved reconnection with home. My home is where my heart is and right now my heart is here, with Rick, at our little cabin by the lake. On this Sunday morning, I am sipping my cup of coffee 150 miles away from my physical address. Still, this is home.
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