I live in a small town and frankly...it can be quite boring during Spring Break when you are a stay at home mom and most everyone else is gone for the week. This year, with my husband away on business, my daughter and I decided to take a road trip to see my family. It's not always the easiest decision because driving four hours with a five year old isn't the most pleasant thing in the world. "Mom, I'm bored" ---even though the back seat is completely littered with toys, books and stuffed animals. "Mom, I'm hungry" --- time for a pit stop! "Mom, I have to pee" ---another pit stop. "Mom, what's that?....and that?...and that?...and that? ---get the picture? Not even a little snooze for her on this four hour drive. Finally--as we cross over I-94 and see my hometown spread out before us, I finally relax and take in a deep breath. I can't say I would ever want to live there again but going back for visits always tugs at my heartstrings.
Although it's not the house I grew up in, arriving at my parents always puts that warm, cozy feeling in me. No matter where my parents live I believe that distinctive smell will be with them. It's the pleasant smell of home...I couldn't even tell you what it is. Maybe it's a certain perfume, candle, or just my mom's cooking. I'll never be quite sure. Enjoying my mom's cooking is always a reason to go home.