Back Home?

I've been back in Ukraine for a few weeks now and when folks ask me how my trip to America was, I tell them it was good, but that it is also nice to be back home. I guess it's true that where ever I hang my hat, I now consider home. Ukraine will never be my true home, but I am comfortable enough to call it home for now. Visiting my family for Christmas was great. My brother and nephew and mom were so happy to have me home and I was equally as happy to be with them. I missed my mom the most though...and I am missing her still.

I got together with a few friends while in RI. I played some cards with Barbara and Danny, I visited my boys (Eric and Joe) at the studio, as well as Manette and Lisa. My studio is still standing empty and we were all speculating as to whether Len was keeping it for me for when I come back to work. I keep wondering if my work table is still in the building? The artist who adopted it has left the building and it's speculated to be still adrift somewhere at the mill. It too heavy for one person to move and you need a large truck to do so, so chances are it's still there and I would be please to take it back for my own again.

So, what would a visit stateside be without a trip to the beach in my city with BFF Katie?  It was freezing cold and there was no one about when we walked on Conimicut Point...just how I like it. The tide was out, exposing the sandbar near the Lighthouse.The air was so crisp and clear that I could see both the Newport and Jamestown Bridges off in the distance.

It will be at least a year before I can go home to America again, and this makes me sad, but I have some wonderful memories to sustain me for now.