I could list LA (that would be Lower Alabama) or Birmingham as my hometown. I do have many ties to those areas. I could even refer to my hometown as places I have spent an important part of my life. But that would not be true.
My home has always been, and will continue to be, whatever house my Mom lives in. Not whatever goofy place I need to live for career or family reasons. It does not matter what city, state or even country. My Mom’s house is Home to me even if I have never lived there. That is how my folks have always offered it to me. Their house is home.
That being said, I am lucky enough to be going “Home” to St. Petersburg, Florida for a few weeks in August to spend a little time with those nice folks who raised me and visit my wonderful Grandma. Officially, my trip home will be to cat sit and house sit while my folks enjoy a much deserved vacation they have wanted to experience for some time. As much fun as it is to hang out with the cat (she is pretty goofy and entertaining), the chance to have a little one-on-one time with my Grandma (my second favorite lady in the world, after Mom of course) is what I am looking forward to the most.
That is right. I am going to Florida and am not at all interested in going to the beach, fishing or working on my tan. I am just so happy I get to visit, and hopefully dine with, my Grandma and for at least a small part of the trip, my Mom. Life is good and I am so happy to be going “home”. Not the place where I was born, but the place where my Mom & Dad live and so does my heart.