It feels like coming home.

I have lived in Texas over 7 years now. My kids were both born here and our life is here. I love my life; So all in all, Texas is home. 

Except for whenever I go home. Home to Baton Rouge. No matter how much it changes, and how much my life is so different, when I drive across the Mississippi from Port Allen into Baton Rouge. It just feels like coming home. 

I love having a connection with something that isn't tangible or even easily explainable. I don't have a house to go back to, or even any family remaining there. Yet somehow it is part of me and it always will be.

I am going home tomorrow night for the 4th. I am so excited. Friends, Family and Great Food. I will get some pictures posted when I get home.... from being home. :o)