Monday, September 15, 2008

Homestead, Florida

 
Krome Avenue

[having a hard time to write or post anything about this]

[I keep wanting to say something about how I went home and now I'm back.]

[But, I keep telling myself that home is New York and not Homestead anymore.]

I went down to where I grew up for my grandmother's funeral.

It was really good seeing family.

It's been difficult getting back into the swing of things.

A cough and cold could be to blame.

3 comments:

Shannon said...

Home is always where you grew up, I understand completely. We have been talking about relocating to a better farming community, but we will always refer to here as "home".

Flip Flop Momma said...

i didnt know u were from florida..sorry about your grandma..

but i understand about getting into the swing of things..I just drove from here to Las Cruses New Mexico cause my grandma died..

what a journey that was...

The Mad Hoosier said...

I'm sorry for the loss of your Grandmother.