Fly Away Pig?

Hello and welcome to the new blog of me! I decided a fresh start to my blog was in order. Plus now the URL matches my blog title so, you know, that’s good.

The first thing you might be wondering is where my fantastic blog title came from? Well, as the story goes, my grandma (Grandma Lady) and her brothers and sisters used to say this phrase every time they would return home. And it became one of those family phrases that’s been passed down to the next generations (currently in its 3rd rotation and on to the next when us grandkids buck up and start popping out some li’l cuties of our own).

A quick google search tells me that the original phrase is “Home again, home again, jiggety-jig” from the Mother Goose Nursery Rhyme:

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.

To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.

To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.

Okay, so why did I choose this as my blog title? Well, it’s just home to me. It’s what we say when we return safely from our errands. It runs through my mind automatically as I make my way up the dirt road to my parents house. As you’ll see in future posts (if I can keep my act together and actually write the darn posts) is that home is a big part of what makes me, me. Cliche, I know. But, none the less true.

Home. It’s where my memories were started. It’s where my sisters and I had free reign to be creative, yell and fight, test the boundaries, break some rules, grow, learn, laugh, love.

So home. It’s definitely where my heart is and maybe we can’t go home again, but there sure is no place like it.

And thus is the story of the blog title.

Thanks for reading!

Peace, love and flying pigs.

HM