I'M "HOME"

I drove to northeastern Ohio today to meet up with my mom and sister to go to the Country Living Fair. We'll drive to Columbus in the morning.

But tonight, I'm "home".

My mom has lived in this house for 47 years.
I'm in the room I slept in for 20 years of my life.
So much has changed since then.

It's hard to believe six of us lived in this house.
Now it's just my mom.
Sometimes it makes me sad to be here because it feels too quiet.
So different from when I was a child.
But tonight, it feels good.
Safe, comforting, and familiar.

I live 325 miles from here.

I don't see my family as much as I would like because life just gets in the way.

My mom and I sat in her living room looking at old photos of my babies, of happy times and relatives that were still with us, vibrant and alive.

And I'm keenly aware of the passage of time.

Again.

It seems to be a constant on my mind these day.

I think about that and wonder why.

Alot.

I don't know if it's melancholy or worry.

My dad passed away six years ago. My mom is getting older.

My kids are pulling away from me as preteen and teenagers tend to do.

My life has become so busy lately.

That's why I'm so happy to be home.

To reconnect with my family.

To strengthen that bond.

To create new memories.

To remind myself of who I am.

Where I came from.

And how I got to be the person I am today.

I feel so happy!

To be home.