3.25.2017

wherever you go

We’ve had quite a few visitors since we moved into our "new" old house a little over a year ago, and each has mentioned that our present home reminds them of “the farm”, the place I lived for fifteen years, fifteen years ago. It’s an accurate observation; yet, until recently, I never realized how many attributes the two homes shared. As it’s been said, “Wherever you go, there you are.” It’s true. I’m “there” again. And where is there? Home.


I’m happy to be home, except now I know what it means to leave a place you love-- to say goodbye to friends, family and all that you thought you were, but found out you weren’t--to ache for what you once had, what you once knew--to think you’ll never find home again.

But sometimes you do . . . 

At least for a while . . .


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