Southern Summer

It's been a busy couple weeks traveling through several Southern states visiting family and friends.  We haven't melted yet in the heat and humidity, but I have froze in the AC.  Having to put on a sweater when I go indoors makes no sense to me!  Some of my Southern Summer Highlights include:

My first Porter family vacation,
Fishing with my nephew,
Seeing Clayton (a good friend from Kenya),
Tubing with the fam,
Cuddling and wrestling with my nephews,
Family dinners,
Lazy afternoons,
Conversation,
Time with family.

Thank you Porters for a great time!

Now it's time to do some laundry to go see my West Coast family and friends.

"Home"

Where is home?  We had this conversation at the faculty lunch table this week, laughing at the irony of the word "home" for expats.

Home is Budapest.
Home is "back home" where our families live.
Home is where our community is.
Home is where we once lived.
Home can be said for two different places in the same sentence.
Home can be our permanent address where we have never actually lived.
Or the state on our driver's license.
Home is where there are people who love us.

This summer we're going "back home" to visit family.  "Home" meaning the U.S.  I'm not even making it up to Alaska this time and still it's called "home".  Then we're coming "home" to Budapest, where we live and work and go about our regular routines.

Home.
It's a funny word.