How many of you no longer live in the same town where you grew up? Do you find it difficult to get back home to visit family and friends?
Lately, I am finding this to be a challenge and it is bothersome, indeed.
I got to spend a fantastic weekend recently in the town where I was born and lived for 34 years. It was so good to see my family! Life seems to get so busy and the time passes by very quickly. Even though it takes only a couple hours travel time, it is difficult to make it happen. When I finally get to see them, I am overjoyed! I love these particular human beings (and canines!) like no others. Why in the world don’t we see each other more frequently?
The last time I visited was back in the spring – has it been that long?? and where did all that time in between go?
During this visit, we celebrated both my and my niece’s birthdays AND we roasted marshmallows to make s’mores!
As a gardener, I am always interested in seeing how the local flora is faring any time I travel. My hometown is southwest of where I live now, not by much but enough that there is a difference in the stages of the foliage.
While I love seeing that the local foliage is still going strong, it is always slightly disconcerting when I see that a business or restaurant is no longer there. This happens almost every time I visit. It’s fine as long as it didn’t happen to be my favorite restaurant.
On the other hand, there are new businesses popping up to take their place. Such is the way of things.
After a certain number of years away, it dawned on me that back home no longer seemed like home anymore. And that is a very strange feeling indeed.