There's No Place Like Home

I know it’s a cliche, but I can’t help but whisper it, albeit a bit under my breath.  I don’t want to jinx what I’ve got going on down in Charleston.  We are home for an entire week as the college has closed down for Spring Break.  So just like all coeds, we flew the coop and hit the road.  As hoards headed south on I-95, we drove north to a week of catch up.  Carpentry projects, yard work, grading papers and visiting with friends take top billing in the days ahead.  Visiting with friends?  Heck, I don’t need to leave Charleston for that, since we’ve got the next six weeks booked with dear friends visiting. As wonderful as it is to be in a destination spot, and share all the neat things we’ve discovered, just as Dorothy said, “There’s no place like home.”

Wonder if they’ll all feel the same way about Farmville, Virginia.  Haven’t you heard? 

 Longwood University here we come.

An aside, Woody is pretty content being “off leash” for a change.  Life is so good.