Tuesday, June 14, 2011

leaving home

         They say that home is where the heart is. If that's the case, I guess I have several homes. My heart is partially with my daughter in Muncie IN, and of course, partially with my son and family in Boston. Plus, I am very partial to the people I met while I lived in Canton, MI as well. BUT, really, overwhelmingly, Boston is my home. I grew up here, my parents are buried here, most of my family is here, and the ocean is here. I know the ocean doesn't really count, or seems like it shouldn't, but to me, the ocean is home as well.               

 Whenever we come to Boston, there is never enough time, and I am never ready to leave. There are so many people I want to see and so many things I want to do, it's impossible to fit it all in.


dinner with my aunt an uncle
 Really, I want to be here long enough to casually call a friend and say, "hey, let's do dinner some night". I don't have that luxury anymore. Instead, before I even arrive, I call people to see if they are available on "X" day at "X" time, or to at least give them a heads up that we will be in town for a specified period of time. My retired friends laugh because they are available most of the time, but the rest of my friends and family have to fit us in, in the evening and on the weekends.



hanging out with childhood friends   This time, in addition to family, I managed to meet up with two women that I have known since before I could walk. We haven't seen each other in the last 20 years, but because of Facebook, we keep tabs on each other.  This trip, we managed to meet for breakfast and a walk along the beach in Gloucester.   What a great time!  I talked so much I had a sore throat by the end of the day.


There are other people that I wanted to see, and meant to see, but couldn’t quite manage it.  Hopefully next time.  Or, better yet, they could fly out and meet up with us along the road somewhere.  That would be awesome!
Gloucester MA 015 (2)      Naturally, the weather took a turn for the worse again, while we were in MA, but Paul and I just put our feet up and enjoyed the show.










Gloucester MA 023I got a great picture of the lightning show, although I definitely cheated. I took a movie and made a still from it.
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6 comments:

  1. Wanderin'June 14, 2011 at 11:27 PM

    I certainly know what you mean when you say you have several homes. I feel the same way too. It's hard to answer people when they ask where home is. It is many places. Other than people, being around the ocean is one of my favorite places to be.

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  2. ElaineJune 15, 2011 at 5:21 AM

    Oh Sue, your post made me think about our soon to be upon us trip 'home'. Our home is our 4 wheels but like you the family tugs hard. You made me think about the preparations I need to do to see all the people I want to see and also made me remember how it feels to leave everyone behind.

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  3. Jim and SandieJune 15, 2011 at 8:19 AM

    I lived so many different places before we started full timing that I really don't have a specific home. It's wherever I am. My childhood memories are good ones, but now that both the folks are gone, that town offers me nothing. Maybe, it's people that make my "home" rather than specific areas. I'll have to think about that. Thanks.

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  4. AnonymousJune 15, 2011 at 1:52 PM

    Physically my home is our RV. Legally home is Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Emotionally, home is Decatur, Illinois, and the greater Minneapolis, Minnesota, area. Today I went to a Weight Watchers meeting where they asked me where my home meeting is and I answered, I don't have one. We full-timers claim everywhere yet nowhere as home.

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  5. palamineJune 16, 2011 at 7:49 PM

    Yeah, Boston beat us but hey, we still love you guys.

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  6. MaryJune 16, 2011 at 8:24 PM

    Touching post. I love the feet picture!

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