|My Hawaiian "not quite" home!|
|Mobile, Alabama -- not quite as pretty as the other picture, but I love it regardless!|
One of my fears is that one day Alabama will cease to feel like "home". I often wonder, "What if we're gone for so long that it never feels the same way again? What happens if family moves away and we lose that connection?" It's scary to think about losing something you treasure so much. If it does happen though, and eventually it most likely will, I hope that we are resourceful enough to be able to either find that feeling or rebuild it as best as we can wherever we are forced to live, regardless of if we are close to family or not. Maybe it will be easier once we start having kids of our own and start forging their childhood and home experiences and traditions, although it will still suck regardless if we end up too far from family to regularly visit!
What does "home" mean to you? Have you ever been in a situation similar to mine, via the military or otherwise?