Going Home

My husband snapped a photo of me in front of my old home. I only lived there a few years. Most of my childhood was spent in a home a little ways down the block. 

But this new home became a place of change. I became a teenager. My sister learned how to drive. My parents both got promotions at work during those years—they also decided to take different journeys from this home. We all moved on and we each took life lessons with us.


I enjoy coming back every so often and seeing the revisions to my old home—the new deck railing, different outdoor paint, and the idea that other families have made it their home.


Home is often where we make the changes that lead us to places we need to go. If big changes are happening in your homes right now, may they lead you to the places where you hope to be. 


Perhaps you can’t go back to one of your old homes, but you can travel back in your mind and remember those times that are part of the person you are today. 


1992 visit to my old home with my daughter


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