Sometimes things just hit ya

Friday marks the 1 year of being here in this house. It is hard to imagine it, but a full year has gone past. A lot has been done and accomplished, and a few more things need to happen. Most importantly, it feels great to be back over here on the east coast.

Sometimes a little piece of your raising or up-bringing will sneak up on you. Like this evening, over a nice salad and piece of steak, there we were having a really nice conversation. Talking about work, about friends, about us. All at the dinner table. We have never really spent much time at the table for meals because it never really felt like the place to eat. But now it does. The kitchen is tied in to the dinning room, making it feel warm and welcoming. That is how I grew up. I learned and communicated with my family around the table. The table was always where the day was discussed, homework was finished, and weekends were planned. It's a very important part of the house.