So many thoughts, sights, (and) smells take us there… Home. Ask ten people and they will probably tell you ten different definitions:
The smell of baking bread…
The sound of a beloved laugh…
The sight of white wicker on a wrap-around porch…
A favorite flower in bloom…
But for me, it is a location… it’s a draw so strong as to make me willing to pack up belongings from a cherished bay view bungalow and trade the loving memories of long acquired friends for a chance to create new ones with long missed family… leave the beloved smell of salt air so to experience the mist of a chilly mountain morning.
So it was that with my back to the sun and carefully packed belongings to assist in my quest, I have traveled hundreds of miles to be embraced by my mama’s mountains, and in doing so hear her whisper…
Welcome Home