Home Sweet Home

Being an Air Force Brat (Aim High), the concept of home was always kind of a moving target. When we were overseas, our permanent address was Grandpa and Grandma Panek’s house in upstate New York…we moved a lot, so that was the only really consistent house that I can remember with much detail.

I remember someone being concerned about roots…along the lines of “how can you live without having roots somewhere. My mother says that my response was to point out that military dependents are like hanging baskets…we carry our roots with us. My mother is the sun around which we orbit in our wobbly paths. We aren’t so widely cast that we can’t visit, but it never seems like enough time…I drove in from Dallas today to spend the weekend with Mom…maybe I’ll get a glimpse of my Nibling, too. There is a vortex here, so Mom isn’t just the sun, she’s also kind of a black hole, sucking us in…my will to do anything but put my head in her lap and release the cares of my world evaporates once I enter her gravitational pull.

Yes…I have had many addresses…some of the APO type addresses, some apartments, some dorms, some houses…Mom is really home, after all…it is good to be home today.