Have you ever had one of those dreams where you are once again in
your childhood home? After you wake up from that dream, are you
sad to see that it was only a dream and not really true?
I sometimes have that dream. I am in that first house that I ever called
home. It's such a magical place to me. No other place I have ever lived
can quite compare with that first place that I remember so well and
miss so much.
I have lived so many different places since becoming an adult. East
coast, west of the Rockies, down South and abroad. I have felt
happy in many of those places yet some of them I do not miss at all.
Although it's not my childhood home, I miss New York. I loved the city
and it felt so comfortable to me. It was as though it was the only other
city that could be in second place in my heart after the North Shore
I also loved Virginia. I loved everything about it. Perhaps it's
childhood happy memories of trips to Virginia, I don't know, but
when David and I lived there out in the horse country, I knew
I was as close to heaven as I could get.
Whenever I visit England and Scotland it is also like coming home.
Whenever I am in London, people will stop me and ask me
directions as though I have lived there all my life. I am always
flattered when that happens.
Oddly, I hardly miss Idaho. I miss my friends there, but not the place
we called home for many years. I thought I would, but I don't.
This is the second time I have lived in Texas. I love my house here
very much and I like my neighbors, but I often wonder if I will
ever feel as at home here as I have elsewhere. I hope so.
Where is the place you call home?
Big Texas Hugs,
Susan and Bentley