No Place Like Home

In this upside down time that we’re living in, the one constant for most of us, is home and family.  I’ve been happy to see families connecting on deeper levels, paying more attention to each other, a slower kind of pace, and even cooking together and dinner at the family table.

There’s been new levels of creativity and new music coming out of this.  I’ve seen the best of mankind coming to the help of ones in need on more levels than I’ve seen before.  Patience and kindness in abundance.  I hope when this is done, that all the good things keep being the normal.  That we consider each other with respect and continue to let kindness and thoughtfulness be our actions toward one another.

I watched “The Wizard of Oz” on TV the other night, for the umpteenth time.  At the end, when Dorothy keeps saying, “There’s no place like home,” I started thinking about that phrase.

My heart has always LOVED being home!  Don’t get me wrong, I also LOVE to go out to see a movie, eat at a restaurant, roller skate, go to the ballet, out with a friend, and many other things, but when I am done, my home is where I head.

I have moved about 25 times in my 58 years of living.  I have lived two of the places for 10 years each, so, there was a lot of moving in the other years.

Sometimes, the imagination of picking up and going somewhere completely unknown, appeals to me.  Not to escape life, but to live it differently.  To live awhile somewhere, learn a neighborhood, see different aspects of life.  Try different jobs and cultures.  Be a wanderlust.  I’ve probably watched too many old western movies with the cowboys moving from town to town.

But this imagining is only for inside my mind.  This dream could have only been for a single me with not much family.  This version, of me with family all around me, is the best dream I could ever have had.

I still have many dreams and many more things I would like to accomplish in this lifetime, but the two most things I’m thankful for, is family and home.