Home again…never again
It’s so sad, but the older I get, the more lonely I get for “home”. The sad part is that the older I get the more “home” is not “home” anymore.
Since I’ve been married with children, I don’t get home as often as I used to. It’s a 5-6 hour drive to NYC from northern VA …even that is different. It used to be 4.5 hours before I had kids and a husband that has to stop at EVERY OTHER rest area LOL!
So, I long for “home” more now and go less AND it really isn’t the same. People die, move, etc. I don’t know…I mean I love seeing my family and the few good friends who still live in the City….however, since my Grandmother died it just isn’t the same. That and a few other reasons anyway…like my 6 year old whining that he is BORED and doesn’t want to visit any more people cuz it’s so boring…blah blah blah.
I need to change this post to Feeling Funky Monday!
Hi Safa,
It has been a while since I’ve left a comment though I have dropped in to catch up on you and yours…the post about the power outage was priceless
I feel you so much on this post, and if truth be told, fear of life in my family after my Grandmother (heaven forbid) is no longer here is what drives me to try to bring my family together whenever I can. I know even now while she still is amongst us, that should she ever not be here, it would change everything.
Too troubling to even think about, so I’m going to go find my happy place now
Take care!
Comment by Sharon — July 9, 2008 @ 5:21p
Home is a place is a that you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.
Comment by Nikki — July 14, 2008 @ 2:07p