Home Is Where The Heart Is

Today I am preparing for a trip to St. Joseph, Missouri, my hometown, to visit my family for a week. I am excited because it has been a year since I have been out that way.

However, this trip home will be unlike any other. This trip I will not be visiting my parents in my childhood home. They have moved...and the only house I have ever known(as I haven't obtained one of my own yet) sits empty and silent. I know this is so cheesy, but the song that comes into my head is "If these walls could speak..."

I am overwhelmed with so many memories of my life growing up, of family gatherings, family fights, sleepovers, games in the driveway, of telling playmates, "this is my house, we have to do what I want!", of planting vegetables in daddy's garden, laying out in the sun with my sisters on the back patio, of sneaking out and sneaky parties, of lemonade stands and my thinking spot, of watching MTV when i wasn't allowed, of snuggling with Jana when life got too scary, and thousands of meals around that same kitchen table, of proms and Pom-Pon intiations, of screams and tears, of smiles and laughter.

Here's to you Stonecrest Drive. You'll always have a place in my heart, because you where the home that held my heart. And here's to transition and a new home and new memories and new places to settle my heart.