No worries for the rest of your days...

Hi dear readers,

Sorry for the absence; hoped your heart grew fonder in the interim :)

I've been wanting to click the heels of my ruby shoes for so long now; but I am still not "back home to Kansas". I'm afraid the tornado that brought our house (apartment) literally flying away is still active. We're still apartment cleaning, believe it or not :( Truly, hopefully, most assuredly, the endless intermittent-like cleaning can stop by this weekend and a nice renter can come and view our place.

Speaking of "home", I was just thinking to myself (oh you know, one of those late night thoughts just before dozing off to la-la-land) that the three of us are kind of displaced at the moment. Stateless, are we. Fresh out of home-citizenship! :) As soon as I thought this; my mind began to wander off to peruse the fate of so-called illegal immigrants in our land and other lands that I know of. I thought of the hardship of eking out one's daily existence; bumping around from place to place. Now, are these folks "homeless" or "stateless", though? Or is a form of stateless-ness being homeless??

However it is, we will soon be out of the other -ness as well :) ...

Ah, the perils of being found intact at the end of the day...

Kimo, is once again, our salvo for any kind of hurt or worry (until, perhaps, he becomes the worry!) His constant up-beat personality and adaptability in taking to new places is uncanny. Mastering stair-climbing, befriending Luna the cat and Milo the dog without fear, falling on rain puddles-crying-and-falling-some-more... and then saying, "Chicken-wice" and "baby chair" in one spiel, makes us feel a sense of normalcy that is all-too-associated with homey and home-bound feel-good feelings. Again, I am reminded that home is wherever I say it would be and whatever I make of it. Whether I am house-sitting or sleeping on a borrowed bed; I am at home if my people are around me.

I guess this is how countless millions are choosing to make good of their undetermined time of living far away from "home", or the home that they used to know. It's appreciating the moment when you feel at home with the people around you and the zooming in to this sheer happiness of belonging to and with friends and family, and friends-turned-family. For in that moment in time, the thoughts and hopes that "all is well" transpires and if only one person understands and cares for you in that moment - you have indeed, come home.

May all of you enjoy the happiness home and family bring... As Pumbaa and Timon say, "Hakuna matata"!