My mother-in-law has beautiful gardens that attract butterflies, hummingbirds, deer and grasshoppers. The weather is lovely, so we can sit on the screened in porch and listen to the birds calling to each other as they fight over the cherries on the neighbor's tree. The occasional car driving by interrupts the sounds of nature, and the day is punctuated by the mournful sound of the train whistle as another freight train rumbles through town.
I have been coming to this home in the Midwest for more than eighteen years now and it occurs to me that John and I have now been together longer than he lived here in Ohio. Our time in our Gypsy Wagon together has now been the longest constant for either of us. He left for college when he was seventeen, I left at eighteen and although we've both had stints at our respective homes during summer break or between moves, our home - our constant - has been us. Wherever we are - we are home.
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