Reality

You know you're no longer at Cecelia's when:

• You don't wake up to Russian blinis cooking or the smell of cinnamon buns baking.


• You don't hear the rooster crowing.


• You don't hear 6 kids sliding down the front stair bannister.


• You don't have kids coming back to the house from another "adventure" outside in the barn.


• You don't have a dachshund running loose outside with the kids and other dogs.


• You don't have two kinds of homemade ice cream.


• You don't have freshly baked pumpkin, peach and blueberry pie.


• You don't have 3 kinds of homemade cookies to nibble on all day long.


• You don't have anything to do but eat, visit, laugh and then start the next meal.


• You don't have 6 kids running around having fun being kids.


• You don't have your own private bathroom (with a clawfoot tub) in your bedroom.


• You aren't in a beautifully decorated brick federal period house decorated with antiques.


• You aren't in a house that could be a B&B.


• You aren't sitting at the long dining table typing on your laptop while 3 others around you are doing the same thing.


• You aren't posting a comment on one of the other laptop owners' blogs, telling them and watching them click on their blog to read your comment (We were so nerdy.)


• You aren't with your friends any longer (sob).


• You are back to work.