Well that all depends on where your home is and if there is anything there for you to go to. Home is where you are but your hometown is usually where you were born…but even that is subject to discussion. There are those who leave the town and home they were born in and vow never to return for a variety of reasons; there are some who never leave home (sometimes much to the consternation of some parents who wish they would go); there are others who return as long as there is something worth going home again for.
For me the biggest – or should I say smallest but growing like weeds – reasons are 9 (he) and 7 (she). Oh sure I visit my sister and my son and daughter-in-law and sometimes some friends, but you just cannot top hugs and kisses, crayon drawings, endless cartoons on the television, pizza slices with so much Parmesan cheese on it you cannot see the pizza anymore (why????) making a tent out of the cushions on the sofa sleeper, and of course that eternal cry of “Watch, Nana! Look, Nana!” If I could bottle the energy those two have and synthesize it I would be one seriously rich woman! But as we don’t have their energy we have to resort to turning them loose in a pool, play area, or outdoors to wear them down so that we all can get some sleep later…until we do it again the next day.
Happiness is teaching them how to play pick up jacks; a game they had never seen nor played before; what a travesty I say! Happiness is grandchildren because you get to give and receive so much love, spoil them to pieces and then hand them back to their parents! HAH!