I spent some time with my parents in beautiful Ohio last week. It's always good to be with them as well as see old, dear family friends that have been a part of our lives for 40+ years. At one point (on the way to family night at "the club") I thought, "I'm riding in the car with 4 other people whose combined age is well over 320 years ... and the oldest one is driving!!" I wanted to enter this on facebook right then (in order not to look out the window?) but ... to be absent from facebook is to be present with my parents.
The home where I grew up and my parents still live. It was built 80 years ago ... same age as my parents.
Marty & I met at Elyria High School. Built in 1830, EHS was the first school west of the Allegheny River and the only high school in our town of 40,000.
The first house Marty & I owned (without wheels). We moved in the day after Brian was born. Thinking this was our forever, dream house, we dreamed of adding on ... until we made the move to Texas.
Thomas Wolfe wrote the famous novel, "You Can't Go Home Again" in which the protagonist, George Webber (after trashing his own home town in a novel) was driven from his home by the outrage of family and friends.
Not so here. Marty and I have been married for 35 years, so I don't visit my parents and feel like a child again. And I don't feel like the parent. Things may change, relationships transition and we're all getting older, but I always know that I am met with love when I "go home."
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