Homesick

Where is exactly is your home? Is it your childhood home where you spent your days growing and maturing?

Is it where you spent your youth, filled with passion and new discovery?

Is it where you spent your time as a young adult? Where you made mistakes both major and minor, only to find later they weren't such as big deal?

Is it where you are now, wrapped up in your own life and new responsibilities?

All these thoughts filter through my head as I try to find my footing as a mother, a wife, a friend, and myself. I was nostalgic for my childhood vacation spot as I thought of cool summers and wide open spaces. But I immediately thought of how I long to spare that space with my own child.

I listened to an old CD yesterday and was immediately transported back to my college days when I could spend a night at a concert and still wake up the next day filled with energy. I thought of how the music influenced me, made me proud, defiant, and willing to change the world. Then I saw my 14 month old, "dancing" in her car seat, clapping along to the beat.

So where is your home? Where are you in your journey as a person? Does the past get muddled with the present, clouding your memories with only the good times?

There is an old saying that "Home is where the heart is"....so what is your heart? Mine is man with hair starting to go gray, who always remembers my birthday but sometimes forgets the card. And a little girl who can dance to Ani DiFranco, who can be amused for hours by a game of peek a boo, who has a lifetime of memories to come....where is your heart?