Thursday, March 15, 2012
Going home for a visit
I never thought, when I lived here, of Virginia as my home. Various places IN Virginia, yes. The state itself as representative in some way of Home-capital-h, no. But moving to Florida and visiting Virginia to take my children to play in the park where I played as a young girl... There's no denying it. This state is Home. And tonight, at my parents' house, rocking Jamie to sleep in the room I slept in as a girl, in the rocking chair in which my parents rocked me and all my siblings, and I rocked Sofi and Judah (we had to leave it behind on the move to Orlando-- it wouldn't fit in the truck); well, I teared up a little.
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Boy, do I ever know what you mean. Pennsylvania is so very much Home to me. It was when I was in Florida for college, and is even more now. I can only imagine what it would be like to take my own kids back to those places dear to my heart.
Oh man. What a beautiful thought you shared here. My eyes are a bit wet, too! Though we still have a lot of the things from my childhood, I'm pretty sad that my parents don't live in the same home that I grew up in. We purchased that property in the 70s and built the house with our own two hands when I was just old enough to record the stages in my childhood diary. Soooo many memories of that building time. And when we visit Texas, it's not unusual for me to find a way to drive by it and share a few memories.
I was actually born in Virginia (Newport News). So was my little brother (Williamsburg). But my parents moved away from there when I was about 3 years old. I have not been back ever since. Can you believe that?! Maybe I'm due for a visit. :)
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