I had a great week with my family and now I’m home. I am back in my normal environment. I’m back where everything is set up specially for me and my disability. I must say there is a certain relief I feel being home. I feel more secure in my own space. I know it is normal, this is my home, set up for me, by me, to meet my everyday needs. Of course I’d feel more secure here. Yet there is a part of me that doesn’t want to travel anymore because of that feeling of insecurity. I’m good with places I know well like my sister’s or even my dad and stepmom in Florida but I’d be extremely reluctant to go anywhere else. My sister suggested a cruise for me, I said I’d rather have a new puppy for the same money.

I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything. I was never an ambitious traveler when I was walking. I’m happy at home. I have my mahjong game and my club in the building. We are even going to teach mahjong to a few people and start a game in the condo. I am starting therapy again in January for both PT and OT. I’m a busy girl. Even though these are a few hours a day, I’m exhausted when I’m done. I can’t imagine adding anything else to my week. I love gazing out my windows to the water and can sit here all day doing that. Plus I love watching the boats during the warmer months. They still haven’t even started working on the hotel on the corner lot that will block my view from my chair inside. How lucky is that??? I’m so content at home I’m not envious or sad because I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything. I’m happy here.

I’m glad I’m able to do certain things, thanks once again to my handicap van. I’m glad I was able to be at my sister’s home with my family and it worked out pretty well and I’m glad I’m home. I don’t need big trips doing big things. I am always the happiest around family. It is wonderful to have the option but in all honesty, there’s no place like home.