People grow attached to places and things. There is sentimentality that binds us when something holds a prominent place in our lives. I am as guilty as any pack rat when it comes to photos or trinkets that hug sweet memories. I think that's only human. I overheard a conversation the other day where a friend was bemoaning having to move from the place she'd lived for many years, how she'd made so many memories there when her family was young. For her, that house was home and she was leaving forever. I nodded in sympathy and shook my head, thinking of the house I've lived in for more than 40 years. I understood her feelings, but I couldn't really relate. My house is my home in only the broadest sense of the word. They say location is everything. I am meant to be with you, whenever and wherever that may be. My GPS always leads to you. No matter where I am, you are my home.
~Elise Skidmore ©2021