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  • One of the things I have enjoyed is seeing the number of travelers and expats around here. Growing up overseas seemed normal to me at the time. Only as I see people who didn't grow up the same way have I really began to appreciate the differences.
    People seem to put a lot of stock in having a home and going home. For me, and maybe for a lot of people that move around.....

    Home. A word in a foreign language. Home is wherever I am not. Home is a cozy promise that never arrives.

    For my kids, thus far, the cards have kept them in one place. For better or for worse, they have a home, a place to go back to. I am ok with that but I hope they travel, and experience. You have to see this planet and the different people in it. It truly is amazing.

    ........On the other hand, as I look through old photos, and websites...I light up at the faces. The memories of people. So for me, Home is the people in my memories, past...present..future...
    I really do relish that thought...it makes me happy. Yet it still seems unattainable.

    So I accept.... homeless,
    and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
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