I went on a mini-vacation to visit family in the mountains. It’s beautiful there with it’s green trees and climbing mountains, smells of mountain laurel and cool breezes. It’s amazing.
On our way back home to the coast, my sister asked me, Do you missed it? I said, “No! It’s is where my kids grew up, it’s their home, not mine. I have a lot of bad memories and losses there. Things that don’t make it feel like home, except for my kids.
I grew up on the east coast and had an excellent childhood. It has always felt like home and is still my home. I feel safe and secure, I feel loved and wanted, I feel protected and needed. I feel important there.
I will always love going to the mountains and spending time with those I love, but my home is where my heart is.
Lola Brooks Books 