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

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