Do you stay on the interstate? Eat in the same restaurants? Eat the same food? Stay in the same hotels? Visit the same places? What happens when you break down? Are you scared, upset or do you take the opportunity to discover someplace you had not planned on stopping? Every town in this country and others has a history - a beginning?
I made an announcement on Facebook and the “Welcome Home” messages began arriving, but there was a problem. I wasn’t home. This wasn’t home. Home is where your heart is, right? So where is my heart. I walked around; I visited with my neighbors whom I use to spend so much time with. I walked into my old room. Saw the basement I had worked so hard renovating, all finished. I walked down to the water, the water I had missed so much. This wasn’t home. This is where I use to live and perhaps this will be where I spend a few months as I work things through, but home, no, its not here.