There is a certain freedom in being on the road, traveling at will. I have always harbored a theory that I would be footloose and fancy-free while traveling. But the reality is always that I rush from place to place and never do all that I wanted to do, or see all the people I want to see. Until this trip. This time I have more time to spend than money, but since my goal was to visit with people and see the familiar sights of home it’s a perfect visit. And because of that I have more sense of being ‘home’ than I have for a long time. Maybe it’s the old friends that were lost and now found. And finding out that the treasured memories of my childhood are shared by the ‘kids’ I who populated the neighborhood with me. It’s a validation of sorts. I love the weathered shingles, the flowering shrubs, it’s not fancy, but it’s home…If there was a for rent sign in front of this tiny house I would have been tempted to snap it up and to stay a while…
welcome home
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