Why I go home so often

Why I go home so often

As I sit here at 6 am waiting to board yet another plane to go home I think of how blessed I am. I think of the many years I was miserable and unhappy and give thanks for my life now.

I have been blessed in the last five years since my divorce to travel all over the world but going home to me is always special.
I know many people ran out of our hometown for bigger and better things, never to return.
But not me, I keep coming back, year after year because there is something about my hometown that draws me back.

I can't tell you that's it's one thing or another, it's a combination of all things. It's the people