Sometimes in life there comes that awful, agonizing moment when you realize you can’t go home anymore.
I’m not talking about this home.
I’m talking about the home where you grew up. Where you played hopscotch and taught school to your dolls and climbed trees and decorated your room with Laura Ashley wallpaper and watched your mother make pancakes every Saturday morning.
And where you first kissed your boyfriend.
And years later walked arm in arm with him up the back steps after you said “I do.”
That home.Continue reading