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.