Heading Into The Home Stretch...
It has occurred to me over the past few years that I'm, well, not getting younger, as much as I'd prefer it to be otherwise. I am closer to the end of the story than I am to the opening credits, I guess. And it's made me even more sentimental than usual. I guess I've always been one of those people who really prefers to attach my memories to physical things that remind me. It's a bad habit, I guess, but I really cannot help it. I have memories that are more attached to places and people, but there's a certain amount of me that's just missing some of the things I've lost. Aside from family that I've lost, there are a few places that made me who I am, that no longer exist. The first is the first home I ever recall living in. I've been told it was my third home, after my parents brought me home to where they were living after they got married. They moved from there into a short-term rental after they purchased th...