I made it home! Wait, is this still my home? Do I have two homes now, one in Washington and one in Texas?

I guess the best way to say it is that I made it to my childhood home. I don’t know about you, but I always find the experience to be a bit magical. My parents have lived in the same place for over 15 years now (pictures of the quadruple-wide they live in are coming I promise, it’s pretty amazing what my mom has done with two trailers stuck together!), and I love wandering excitedly through the house to see the changes they’ve made since I was last here.

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This time I found a Christmas tree (waiting expectantly for ornaments to be hung as mom agreed to wait for me to get home to do it), my childhood bedroom filled with photos and trinkets I love to revisit, my wedding dress (still needs to be sent off to be cleaned), homemade apple cider from our neighbors, a cupboard filled with Trader Joes chocolate, a new car for my mom (I love pressing all the different buttons to see what they do), and

PUPPIES!

I’m not really a dog person, but I do love baby animals of every kind. In the country dogs are allowed to roam pretty free and so when our female German Sheperd goes in heat mutt puppies are usually the result. My mom doesn’t welcome the responsibility of caring for them, but my sister and I get excited about little wriggly bodies to play with whenever they are born. We’ll give them all away (or they will get stolen like last time) and the cycle will repeat itself in a year or two. Tomorrow I’m going to head out into the snow with my camera to give you a little peek at their cuteness.

I’m sure there are many other things waiting around here for me to discover, not including the Christmas presents my mom is so excited about giving to TH and I. I always love to come home and explore the small changes, but Christmas has made the experience twice as bewitching. It’s my first official Christmas spent in my childhood home as a married woman, and the only one I’ll spend without kids in tow. I hope baby feels lucky to be a part of this family, I know I most certainly am.

What’s your favorite part of visiting your childhood home?

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