Back to My Home I Didn’t Know Was My Home

It’s a good day when I get to come to Kinston. There is something about my friends in this town that calls me home here again and again. This trip was planned not around my Mah Jongg teaching, but around my friend Debbie’s fund raiser for one of the many community groups she volunteers for.

She asked me months ago if I would like to come and we planned some Mah Jongg classes around coming to her event. So today I came on into town and taught some beginners before going to Becky’s house for drinks and to catch up with my gang.

Becky, Jane, Kristi, MaryAnn, Ann, Ann, Debbie,Molly and eventually Jo somehow all were free to have a lot of fellowship together. We went to dinner together, the exception of Jane, Ann and Ann who all had previous commitments. It’s hard to explain how in just a few years of coming here to share Mah Jongg with this town, they have grown to be such an important group of friends to me. They always roll out the red carpet and I love catching up with what each of them is doing.

After dinner I returned to my country home at Jane and Warren’s house. The party lights in the yard were on and Lucky greeted me as I pulled in the driveway. Jane was still at her church meeting, but Warren was home. He bought my old Land Cruiser and he was making sure the sunroof was in tip top shape. It makes my heart happy to know it is in a loving home.

Jane made it home with enough time for us to have a good visit. Like the kind of visits you have with beloved family. These are my people. I’m not sure they knew what they were getting when they first invited me, but I hope they don’t get tired of me. I love being back home again.