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You can’t go home again…..or can you? Why not, who says we can’t? We should all go home again at least a few times in our lives. Recently, I have started on my journey home. What happened to that happy freckled faced young girl that giggled at everything? I want to find her, I miss her. So, I’m going home, back to the place that makes me, me. I always start with my Grandpa Donoho he was an amazing man full of strength and spirit, he taught me to stand up for myself, but to also be a lady, I miss him, and he’s part of my home. My road home is a long one filled with wonderful memories of the people who shaped me into the woman I am today. The road is sometimes bumpy and full of curves, but I love remembering every one of them. It all serves as a reminder, of where I came from. That’s why I go home again, anytime I feel I have forgotten who I am. A little self check if you will. Maybe it’s selfish; I love to have that feeling of truly being loved for who I am. The summers spent having Lemonade stands, riding my bike to M&W to get some candy and swimming in the neighbor’s pool. It was all so innocent and safe, just like it should have been. Family vacations, holiday dinners, even funerals are part of my road home. All of it made me……me. I am so thankful to have had so many amazing people on my journey. So yes, you can go home again. Memories are always a great way to start, pull out the picture album and start your journey home. You never know, you may find strength you had forgotten you had. Mamma, I’m coming home.