I had a surreal experience this week.
I went "home".
That old saying "You can't go home again"? It's so true.
We went back to my hometown.
I wanted to see the house I grew up in.
It isn't there anymore.
An emormous Lutheran church is sitting in the middle of our pasture.
Horse shoe pits are where the house once stood.
A small storage shed is all that is left of the many barns.
I almost cried.
Well, truly I did, a little.
It was so different. So unrecognizable.
I had to walk the property to orient myself.
Most of the trees are gone. All of the walnut trees & the huge old oak.
I stood at the spot that was my bedroom window.
It was bittersweet.
I know it was just a house - and not a very well built one at that.
But I grew up there.
And I was happy there.
After we moved away I wasn't happy again for a long time.
I'm glad we got to see it again.
But it wasn't "home".
Not anymore.
Blessings.
