Country roads take me home
I never thought I would connect so much to a country crooner’s ode.
I felt such a kinship to the lyrics of "Country Roads, Take Me Home" when I arrived in back to my home state of Virginia. I can honestly say, I’ve never felt firmer soil under my feet.
Don’t get me wrong -- the Midwest was good to me. And I’m still an Indiana Hoosier, Boilermaker variety to be exact, but Virginia is my birthplace.
My fondest and most tragic memories were scripted in the narrative of my life right here, from the backdrop of the salty ocean air of Tidewater to the oak-lined streets of Northern Virginia.
Now, after another career switch for Hubby, I call the base of the Blue Ridge mountains home.
The new digs are lots of fun but emptying boxes is not, which is why I’ve been MIA on the blog for a while.
I’ve missed sharing with you guys, so here’s the scoop:
Vermilion Lane will go full steam ahead, though I won't be able to claim the Midwest Momma title anymore. I will, however, honor the beautiful people and places throughout the Midwest in my dishes and wishes for the rest of my days.
The new house – Wow, what a difference 85 years makes – was built a few years ago. A far cry from our 1932 Cape Cod in the heart of Purdue country. It’s a blast to decorate but wow are the styles different. I’ve been trying to keep a tight lid on the decorating budget, which has been no small feat.
The kiddos, AKA the cast and crew, are adjusting fine. The daughter is like a duck to water, and her separate teen-girl-only bathroom didn’t hurt. The twin brothers are better than ever, loving the newfound freedom of closing the door to their individual rooms.
The dog -- Uniqua, AKA The Drowsy Pug -- has made it her business to do her business all over the house. Someday I’ll find a curse word worthy of the cheeky way she taps the bedroom door with her paw to make sure we’ve noticed her mess.