01/28/2022
Before I left for Phoenix last week, I said it was like going home for me. What I wasn’t expecting was the flood of emotions that come with “going home.” As an Air Force brat, I’m unfamiliar with this. I’ve never been back to any of the places we’ve lived and it had been thirty years since I was in Litchfield Park. For me, that place is as close to the home that Miranda Lambert sings about in “The House That Built Me.” That time in my life built me and the memories I have from that one square mile radius neighborhood all came flooding back. I was half smiling and half teary eyed as I stood in front of our old house, my old middle school, walked around the duck pond that was around the corner from our house, stood outside and heard the jets from the Air Force base flying around, walked by the rec center that was the location of many a middle school dances. Every memory I have of that time was right there like it was just yesterday. Add to that, reconnecting with old friends and how crazy cool it is to remember the past, catch up on the present, and share grown up challenges and worries with friends who our biggest concern last time I saw them was who we were going to be married to from the game MASH. 😂😂 It’s a trip I’ll never forget and one I don’t plan to wait another 30 years to redo.
What’s your favorite memory of home?
