I have lots of favorite mugs. I buy them because I love collecting them. I love the fact that they get chipped or broken so I can move on and have a new favorite. I bought this one back in January 2008, it lives at my mom’s house. I bought it for my husband because he’s a leo and I was very pregnant and waiting for little Lulu to arrive and waiting for him to come from Kuwait and attend the birth. I was so happy to see it was still safe and sound and I drink coffee in it every morning ever since I got here.
I have a favorite mug at home. It is a small pale blue one. I need to mugs of coffee in the morning to get going and because it is a little on the smallish side, it is the perfect size. I miss it. Just like I miss my home and most of all my husband.
I used to think that my mom’s home is still my home but for the first time I feel like a guest. I think it is a good thing. I have a home that I can call my own. It might not be a castle (yet) but it is mine. So as much as I am enjoying this long awaited vacation I am secretly happy knowing that I am eventually going back to the home I call my own.
