Home has meant a lot of different things to me over the years. I was born in Chicago. I grew up on a farm in east central Illinois, just west of Champaign-Urbana. Oklahoma City was my home for one year before I returned to Illinois.
In 1969 I moved to Muncie, Indiana, and that’s where my kids spent most of their school years. I lived there for sixteen years.
That two amazing years in the South of France came next. Then eleven years in South Florida. And now, retirement from real-world work and a new home in Northern Colorado.
All of these places were home at one time, but I’ve fallen in love with the climate and beauty of Colorado. My husband and I enjoy change of seasons and we even like snow as long as it doesn’t stick around too long, so Colorado suits us better than Florida. Neither one of us would choose to return to our Illinois roots. Midwest weather is more violent and there are too many gray, dreary days.
It’s said that home is where the heart is. I believe that, but I think the heart gets a lot of encouragement from the environment. My week in Illinois has left me sunshine-deprived and over-humidified. It’s good to be home.