Not long ago, the word “home” required little explanation. It was a word that described the place where you grew up, the place where you returned for the holidays, the place that conjured up warm memories of childhood and family. These days, however, that word has gotten a bit more difficult to define.
In the past, people would live and die in the same town where they were born. Even when putting down roots of their own, they would not go far. The home where you were born continued to be the nucleus of the family long after you grew up and set up a household of your own. You would return there to see the folks and celebrate special occasions. That was, of course, before all the folks decided to retire to Florida or to some other pensioner’s paradise.
This post goes out to divorced parents everywhere who live with more than their fair share of parental guilt.