All of the things from when I was young, now as an adult, have the capacity to bring me so much comfort, joy and sense of security. I have spent my life thus far, on a quest to see the world, learn new things, meet new people and experience other cultures; all a deviation from my childhood, a deviation from my roots. I have actively chosen a path of discovery that ultimately chips away tiny pieces of my core being. I find myself grasping on to these things from my childhood (a certain trinket, piece of jewelry, a song, a type of food, a smell, a view) even tighter as I grow older.
I have realized that my childhood comforts are fewer and some lost forever. I long for the days that I can run home when the street lights come on after playing all day in the neighborhood, to a warm and inviting home, where I feel that the world is limitless and my whole life still lies ahead of me, the work has been done, warm food on the table and I have not a real care in the world.
Cassie has returned home to us. I looked forward to her return with excitement and nervousness. I can only guess that she was actually having the chance that most of us adults wish for........ one last chance to return home.
I have realized that my childhood comforts are fewer and some lost forever. I long for the days that I can run home when the street lights come on after playing all day in the neighborhood, to a warm and inviting home, where I feel that the world is limitless and my whole life still lies ahead of me, the work has been done, warm food on the table and I have not a real care in the world.
Cassie has returned home to us. I looked forward to her return with excitement and nervousness. I can only guess that she was actually having the chance that most of us adults wish for........ one last chance to return home.
