I have lived in 6 places my entire life - all in Wisconsin: My childhood home in Monona, a dorm room in Waukesha, two apartments in Madison, our house in Sun Prairie, and now here in Augusta.
Each place has been cherished - has been home.
Last week, I sat on the porch with my 22 year old son. He is living in Madison this summer -- making enough money to pay his rent when he returns to school this fall in Eau Claire. We talked about home & what that means to him. He grew up in Sun Prairie, left there when he was almost 20 -- but he agreed, western Wisconsin was his home....this is where he wanted to be at the end of the day.
We all come to "home" in our own way. And, sometimes home finds us.
Dave & I stumbled upon this farm just four years ago. We had passed this way many times on our way to our property in Winter --- and on that particular day, we found our way down this long driveway onto the grounds of this vacant farm - I believe she had called for us.
"I hear her voice in the morning hours she calls to me....country roads, take me home." (John Denver)
What does home mean to you?