Wayne, when growing up, lived in the same small town and the same house until he was 23 years old.
I lived in all 3 Prairie Provinces, 6 different towns/cities and 12 different houses by the time I was 23 years old.
We went 'home' to Wayne's childhood home town this past week. Although I was born in the same town, (moved away when I was 8 years old), and lived there again for 2 years after Wayne and I got married, I do not consider it 'home'.
I think there is a difference between 'going' home and 'coming' home.
I can not 'go' home as I have no childhood home to go to.
I am not that person who dreams of traveling to exotic places. Of getting away to different countries. Being gone for 3 days is my limit.
I am that person who can never think of any place she would rather be more than HOME.
And my HOME is right here ~ where I am right now.
Coming HOME is be-a-u-tiful!