Home. It's good to be home. Such an emotional delight one feels after being away from what we have grown to call home. Home for many different reasons. Home because it is where we grew up, home because it is where we raise our families or we are building our dreams. Sometimes return to our roots is home perhaps after being away for one of many reasons. That warm emotional feeling that can only be felt to best understand.

One never gives much thought as to what it took to develop the land we now call home. To acquire the rights of the land, long before the deeds, the promise this land is my land. Oh, true we know our servicemen go off to protect our freedom and liberties, while only forgotten history shadows the crust of our soil with such lack of care. It's for easier to enjoy viewing over our children grow from that front porch view. Season by season, change by change. Unnoticed until one reflects back stating, "Remember when".

Another generation grows and those young tots now flock from the nest. While still so very hearty to return on visits to mom and dads. Then another generations grows and once more the season seem to fade. Once was home, no more the place I knew and how time has taken on a change for someone else to call my home. Just not the home I knew. Oh yes home is surely a state of mind. It's more than a place to hang ones hat. It sincerely is the place I leave, I find myself always going back.

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