Carol H Tucker Passionate about knowledge management and organizational development, expert in loan servicing, virtual world denizen and community facilitator, and a DISNEY fan
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beladona Memorial Be warned:in this very rich environment where you can immerse yourself so completely, your emotions will become engaged -- and not everyone is cognizant of that. Among the many excellent features of SL, there is no auto-return on hearts, so be wary of where your's wanders...
"Home is the place where, when you go there, they have to take you in." -- Robert Frost
This quote stopped me in my tracks when I ran across it yesterday and I got to questioning the concept of home.
My mother always made it very clear to me that when I left her house I was not coming back if things did not work Did that mean her house was not my home? I certainly thought of it as home for the 21+ years that I was there, even when I was not happy there. In all fairness to her, I did leave and stay at Grandmom Riley's for several weeks the summer before I walked out for good, but Mom allowed me to come back that time. I never tried to go back after moving in with Bob [who became my first husband and Tom's father], in fact it was every bit of 15 years before my mother and I ever spoke again. So Cedar Drive was her home, but it was not mine.
Can't say that I ever felt that Bob and I made a home in our downtown, third floor flat. Can't say that the mobile home where my father and Penny lived in Anchorage felt much like home to me either. Now Chuck [my second husband and Gem's father] and I made a home in the house there on Poplar Drive, and I think the kids remember it as their home. But when I left there after 10 years, again, there was no going back. Frank, Tom and I made a home in the apartment in Randallstown for almost 20 years, although I am not sure if Tom ever really felt like it was his home. However, Tom left for the Navy and about three years after Frank died, I moved so that is gone too.
Mom lost her apartment where she lived for 35 years around the same time I was moving, so I tried to have her move in with me -- that really didn't work out and she ended up in an assisted living facility after eight months, and not speaking to me again. That place never felt right to me, and when the lease was up I moved into my current apartment. There is no "they" to take me in; I am alone. I haven't even completely unpacked...
If I don't have a home, does that make me a stray?
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