There’s a poem by Robert Frost called Death of a Hired Man. We read it in high school, if I’m not mistaken. One line in it has stuck with me through the years. It says “Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.”
That line has a lot of sadness in it, if you ask me. The folks at home don’t want to take you in, the speaker reasons, they have to.
Home should be so much more. I’m thankful to have grown up in a place where I was wanted and loved and nurtured. And to have such a place not only with Larry but to still be able to go home and sit with my parents. I stopped by there on my way home from my mini-vacation and relished in the warmth and safety of home.
I realize not everyone is so blessed and count home a focus of profound gratitude.