Recently, I walked through my childhood home, for the last time. As I reflected on all the memories I take with me, I also wondered what future celebrations will take place at the new house.
My nostalgia was tempered by my excitement for my parents.
You can go home again, I think. It's just that home is always changing. Trees come down, rooms are remodeled, patios are rebuilt.
The bedroom of my girlhood, a refuge for so many fanciful daydreams, is now where my children sleep during our visits. The stuffed animals, Daddies posters, journals and beads are long gone.
People make memories together. Any place will do.
You write beautifully. Happy Anniversary!
Posted by: Erick Ward | September 16, 2010 at 08:16 AM