I have been thinking about home. Where is it-is home a place? I moved so much when Bruce and I were young marrieds, we moved for school and for 1st, 2nd and 3rd jobs. We moved 3 times since coming to California. Home to me was where Bruce was-now that he is gone-where is home?
This week I am visiting my Mom in her new home. Her old home was where I grew up, and I did not get a chance to say goodbye to the homestead before she left it. And in her new place, I am surrounded by some remnants of the past. There are pictures of me and my sister in the same old frames, there are some of the same items that existed before - and yet the feel is different. That was also true when I used to visit her in her old neighborhood and it was hard to recreate the feeling of the past. Everything changes with time.
I guess home exists in our hearts.