As I sit in my second home-really where my heart is-it makes me kind of sad to know that I'll be leaving it tomorrow. I spent almost 4 years living in Mt. Ayr with my grandparents and now that both of them have passed it's bitter sweet to come home. In a way I feel homeless even though I know there are a dozen places that I am welcome. Now that my aunt and uncle have moved into my grandparent's home I can't stay there. Emotionally I cannot stay there. After my grandma passed away it took me close to a year to set foot in my own house. It's almost like pieces of my heart are missing now that my grandparents have gone-it's not really my home any more. The town, of course, is but the house is no long mine. Since my grandpa passed a year ago in June the house has been cleaned out and family lives there, yet I can't bring myself to stay the night. I haven't been there since their things have been moved in and I am not sure that I really want to. I love my aunt and uncle, it's just not the same-no deer head, ashtrays, cobwebs, grandpa's chair, or his glasses on the kitchen table.
I truly love Mt. Ayr and as ridiculous as it sounds to people who live here and are dying to get out-this place is my get away. Where I can go and be stress free, feel welcome, and see people that are close to my heart.
It really is good to go where everybody knows your name.
We all have a place like that. A place where we feel the learned the most important lessons in life, a place filled with all the important people in our lives, a place where we knew we belonged, a place where we look back fondly and think "This is home". We all have a place like this.
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