Therefore I think it very healthy to indulge one's self once or twice a year in a little trip away from the home where your existence has been wrought. It puts things terribly back into perspective and you'll wonder, after that long period of time, why you ever left home in the first place.
See song: Back in Your Own Backyard - Vera Lynn
Home is the familiar place where you have loved and been loved, laughed and cried, and it knows you just about as well as you know it.
Home could be the tent where you got angry at your mother because for some silly reason you thought she was being unfair, and then after a few guilty, self-pitied hours you returned to her to ask forgiveness.
Home is a place that has seen your worst and you've given your best. Tried and failed. Rejoiced and wept. Loved and lied. And it takes you back anyway, holding the roof up for you and keeping out the gushing rain.
In short, home is where you've lived all your life with the people you belong to. And according to a song I love - "to face the future with another who means more than any other is to belong".
I shall always be grateful to return home. And heavens, whatever shall I do when I have to get married and move away forever?
Big brother has been away these last two months, more like three now. Interning at the state capitol. And I got to stay with him his last week there. It's way out in the middle of the prairie, this place. I thought it strange to be so far from home and still be in the same state.
It makes it so homey.
We're going home tomorrow. I won't be sad to leave . . . maybe the wardrobe I'll be sad to leave, but--It's been an adventure of sorts. I've listened with fear and trembling to the land lady walking about the creaking floors above me, terrified I've done something wrong. I've trodden the city life of sidewalks and crosswalks and nice people not running me over with their cars. Self checkouts at Wal-Mart and hearing cars zooming by outside on the street. But now, home sounds lovely and marvelous. Also I miss my dogs, and walking alone on the prairie where there isn't anything but the wind and grass, and mud.