Every now and then, I go back to read early blog posts. Some seem brand new to me -- as if I had never seen them before, as if someone else had written them. The post that follows is one I do remember, and well, because it is rooted in recollections of the first home I remember. The posts from 2009, 2010 and even into 2011 almost have no comments left, at all. I wrote almost every day as if writing to the universe, hoping that someone might read and enjoy. (Kind of a "Field of Dreams" mentality). If nothing else, I can go back and enjoy the early posts, because they trigger my life's memories, capture moments in time, and serve as a record or diary of life on a specific day.
Please follow the link below to a post I wrote over three years ago, about Home, and what it means to me, decades later: My friend Lynn DiMenna found this post just a week ago, and commented, which was a little treasure as I was cruising back in time. Thank you, Lynn, for reminding me.