Home is where the heart is

So it seems that I have now found myself back at home in New Jersey for Thanksgiving week.  As I mentioned in a previous blog, I was a bit apprehensive about being back in the area and seeing everyone I had left behind.  I was about as nervous as I was excited.  To be honest, I almost had a mini-anxiety attack when I saw the "Welcome to New Jersey" sign.  While it did take me almost a day to get acclimated, here I am and I feel like a "winner".  I couldn't be happier.  I am finally in a place where I can be happy in both places.

On a different note, here is another one of my sketches.  As the temperature continues to fall, boots have become a necessity.  I have a pair of black boots that I have been wearing daily for months now because the temperature is at least 10 degrees cooler in New Hampshire compared to New Jersey.  I don't know what I would do without them, and well they are pretty comfortable.  They get me from place to place in one piece, which is all I could really ask for from a pair of boots.  And here they are:

Up in NH, they keep my feet very warm.  Since I have been down here in New Jersey, they've been keeping my feet nice and soggy (It's been raining here non-stop and these boots are just a nicer version of your typical kitchen sponge).  Nevertheless, I love them with all my heart.

On a final note, I have decided to quote a friend - "Home is where the heart is. And my heart is a part of me, so I guess home is where I am" (I am pretty positive that is how the quote went).  If this is the case, then I have found myself with two homes.  A home I have known for a majority of my life, and a new home I can't wait to learn more about.