Summer Musings
It’s summer again, and I take my little girl’s hand and walk with a spring in my step bidding goodbye to my husband at the airport. Come summer and it’s time to take a break and go ‘home’. The first place that comes to me when I mention ‘home’ is my parents’ ‘home’ where I grew up. Even years after moving away, getting married, setting up my own place, having a child, I continue to refer to my parents’ home as my home. It came so naturally and so unconsciously to me, that I never gave it a second thought…until, that ‘revelation’ came to me, when my 8 year old daughter pointed it out. As I was packing clothes for the holiday, she asked me where we were going, and I had replied “We are going home” and she says, “But we are already at home, why are you packing?” That made me sit up and realize that I always thought of my parents’ home as my home too. I know it is one place where I can plonk myself on the bed and order my mother to make me something hot and appetizing, it’s a pla...