Old Friends

I think that maybe there is no other feeling quite comparable to that of having a place to call "home." Not necessarily the structure in which you dwell... but the place where you came from and where you can always go back to. A place where you feel free to be who and what you are without any qualms. A place where the people you come back to will take you in whole-heartedly--no questions asked. I have just come from that place and it was good to be with old friends and to be reminded of these simple truths and to laugh again, like a child.

Quote of the Day- "Far away over the sea, there's a river that's calling to me

That river she runs all around, the place that I call my hometown

There's a valley on the side of the hill, and flowers on an old windowsill

A familiar old picture it seems, and I'll go there tonight in my dreams

Where it's green in the summer and gold in the fall, her eyes are as blue as the sky I recall

Far away over the sea, there's a place at the table for me, where laughter and music abound

Just waiting there in my hometown" -J. Prine