It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new.
But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful.
There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.
Alan Cohen
"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
Groucho Marx
The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live.

Sunday, March 7, 2010


Some days I am overwhelmed with homesickness.
I imagine being in Upstate New York, in the fall, walking in the woods with my husband, smelling the chilly, leafy air. My first fall in NY, all those years ago, I spent a weekend upstate. Van Morrison sang "Moondance" on the radio.. all the time. Now every time I hear that music, I think of NY in autumn.. 

I  imagine being out at the beach house in Montauk, days spent on the beach, dinner out on the deck watching the sunset, the smell of the ocean air, the sound of the surf. 
Driving late at night with the roof open in the car, speeding down a dark road with my husband, past corn fields and mansions, playing the radio, hearing Billy Stewart singing "Summertime", all I have to do is hear that song and the memories flood back in.

Walking through the market today, the Beatles were playing... will I look back one day on these early days of living in Buenos Aires and remember grocery shopping whenever I hear the Beatles?
Stranger things have happened.

I am so glad that we brought as much of our furniture and belongings as we did. It was a lot of work to ship and to store them until we found our home, but it makes this place Home. 
When we have been out wandering, sometimes growing frustrated when no one understands us ( even when we are speaking Spanish), nothing is so soothing as to walk in the door of our quiet home, with those familiar things that we have collected over the years, in various states and countries. Ahh, here we are..Home.

And then of course, there is Pup. 
No one can get in the door without his greeting, wiggling and happy. My friend called him Sir Wigglesbottom, she is right. He is a large dog but when happy, he becomes a puppy with all those wiggles and squirms and bumps of the nose and soft happy sounds. 
The place might be strange to me still, the sounds not quite familiar yet, but nothing says 'Welcome Home' so much as my handsome husband and that Pup, the rooms full of our things, photos of the children, photos of the dearly loved little cat we had for 18 years. Ahh, yes, this is Home.

I wonder if we moved back to the United States someday, will I have to adjust all over again? Will I feel like a fish out of water? Or will I slip right back into the stream with no trouble? I hope I still remember how to speak the language by then. 
We will definitely bring Pup and our Things ... or else... it just won't be Home.


  1. Sweet! Love the photo of the Welcome to my House Pup.

  2. Nice post, Candice. I was making a mental list this morning of the things we'll bring with us, and it's not easy to decide.We don't have a Pup, but we have 2 teenagers and at 16 and 18 they are still happy to have us around...we are lucky even if from time to time they bark more than Pup!!! LOL!! I hope you don't leave BA before we get there, it will be nice to meet you all!


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