I decided to come home for the holiday to see family and friends after years of not coming home. I’ve tried to make a more concerted effort to see and talk to my family recently and thought this would be a good idea. Today I visited an aunt that I had not seen in years. During our visit, she asked if I would ever return home to live. Within a half second, I responded no. When I left almost 16 years ago, I knew that I would never return to live. Ever so often, I’ve romanticized the past so well that I return for a visit down memory lane. This is one of those times. In addition to where I grew up, I plan to also visit where I spent the summers with my grandmother. Once I reach the end of memory lane, I’ll return to where I currently live. Although, one benefit from my visit with my aunt is that she reminded me about my talent for sewing and felt I wasn’t using my God-given gift. Maybe I should look into that… Signing off to create The House of Petitefreespirit…