There’s no place like home.
Home sweet home.
The best journey takes you home.
Home is what you make it.
A house is made of bricks and beams, a home is made of hopes and dreams.
We had land there with a barn where the Allen girls and I would smoke cigarettes, and neighboring fields where we could ride mini bikes/dirt bikes. Of course, my parents made both these houses ‘home,’ and I loved my childhood.
I spent my high school years in Halifax growing up cheerleading and playing flute in the band where I made another best friend Patty Skeryl. And for a long time I called Virginia home through my college years, even though my parents moved to CT.
Excerpts from: YOU CAN'T GO HOME AGAIN
“I think the enemy is here before us with a thousand faces, but I think we know that all his faces wear one mask. I think the enemy is single selfishness and compulsive greed. I think the enemy is blind, but has the brutal power of his blind grab…”
a roof for the rain, tea beside the fire,
laughter to cheer you, those you love near you,
and all your heart might desire.
May joy and peace surround you,
Contentment latch your door,
And happiness be with you now,
And bless you evermore.
Bless you and yours
As well as the cottage you live in.
May the roof overhead be well thatched
And those inside be well matched.
May your neighbors respect you,
Trouble neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And heaven accept you.
– Anonymous