and my legs are still short ...
Lately, I have come to think that home may be entirely in our hearts..
I realize as time passes, that we polish the best memories and push
the rest to the back of the drawer ...best forgotten..
(that is if one chooses to dwell in a world full of love and laughter..
no payoff in polishing old grudges... My Mom was very adept at that)
So, in the end..the home in our heart is our own to cherish..Reality be damned..