They mean back to Sparta, and I've had to come to terms with the idea that I'm not going home.
At least not in the way I have in the past.
There is no more going home for several weeks over the summer. "My bedroom" is much more of a guest room now, where I stay when I happen to be home.
There's an awful, depressing finality to the thought "I will never go home again."
But that's only because that's thinking about it wrong.
The most popular home cliche says Home is where the heart is.
Well, that thought's a lot more cheerful, because that means I have many homes. I have left a piece of my heart in many different places.
I am at home in Auburn.
I also have a home in Selma, even though I was only there for 10 weeks.
I was in London even less time than I was in Selma, but I still feel that it's my home too.
Of course I have a home in Moulton. That's where my second family lives.
Best of all, I'll always have a home in Sparta, Tenn. Even if I never get to go back for a summer, Sparta is home. People I love are there, and that means a big piece of my heart is still there.
And I also have a new home in Alex City, where my new job is. So the truth is, I get to go home almost everywhere I go. I don't have just one home, because home is where your heart is.
"Home is the place where, when you go there, they have to take you in." ~Robert Frost
One of my absolute all time favorite songs is about home. I usually turn to it as I roll off Highway 111 on my way to my Sparta home. Switchfoot says
"Oh, this is home. Now I'm finally where I belong, where I belong. Yeah, this is home. I been searching for a place of my own, and now I've found it. Maybe this is home. Yeah, this is home.
And now, after all my searching, after all my questions, I'm gonna call it home. I got a brand new mindset, I can finally see the sunset. I'm gonna call it home."
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