There's No Place Like Home

I went on vacation recently to the place I grew up. It was my old stomping grounds I visited (with my family) ~ the Bay Area ~ where I played Little League baseball, where I graduated from high school, where I met and married my wife, Kim, and my son, Michael, was born. There are just a whole lot of memories that can flood your mind when you go back home. (Isn't it true?)

And there was one other thing I was reminded of by my going back: There's no place like home. I'm talking about my home now (in the foothills/Sonora/Mother Lode area) versus my home in the past. There's no place like this "home" ~ my current one.

And there are some people that can live the better part of their lives and they're often thinking, "If only I could go back." "If only I could go back to..." wherever the place was that they (quote) "knew everybody" or "had all the contacts" or "when money wasn't so tight," etc. The problem with this mentality is it lends itself to forfeiting the good potential of the place we're in if we're always looking in the rear view mirror. (You can get in a crash, too.)