home is where you park it

There is nothing like spending the holidays at home. My "home," or parents home, has moved around quite a bit since I left Charlotte, NC when I was 18. After living somewhere for 18 years straight, my parents have now moved homes about 18 times. When my mom retired, they moved to Nashville, TN for several years. Then, off to Atlanta, GA for a few more. Then, came the decked-out RV that hey have lived in for several years now. They have moved it from city to city because my Dad's job involves a lot of traveling and it's easier to move their home with them. They parked it for periods of time in Richmond, VA, Virginia Beach, VA, Atlanta, GA, Myrtle Beach, SC, Louisville, KY, Lexington, KY, and finally they have settled on a farm in Chattanooga, TN (actually a town called Ooltewah). So, home really is where you PARK it. To come from NYC to the country of Tennessee is such a treat. Last night, I could see Venus so clearly. I can barely see one star in NYC.

But for some reason, I always feel like it's home. Wherever my parents are, is my home. Even though it's all enclosed in a moving bus, it is somehow still comforting to come home to. My mom still makes all the food I grew up on. That makes it truly feel like home. Actually, she is now making her famous Turkey and Rice soup that she makes with leftovers after the holidays. I love our home on the farm. My sister has now moved into the house on the property with her family. It's a family compound now. Hopefully this will be the place we call home for many years. We'll see. They like to keep it exciting and they're always picking up and going somewhere, so we'll see.

Happy holidays from my home to yours.