HOME AGAIN

What does it mean to go home? It's fun. It's nostalgic. Sometimes it's bittersweet. Sometimes it's full of sad memories, sometimes happy memories that make sad parts not so hard to swallow. For me it's all of these. For the first time I going back I have no parents to hug and hang out with, no brother to talk theater with. At the same time my great niece, 2 years old this fall is just beginning her life and it's exciting to think of a new life like that grow and visualize and explore. She brings such joy into my brother's and sister-in-law's lives, not to mention her mom and dad;s, my niece and her husband. Life isn't easy by any stretch but her smile makes it wonderful.