Funny how we still think of our parents house as home.
We have been married 33 years this year. Today we drove home from my parents place in LaFleche. Home from home.
Perhaps it is the knowledge that their door is always open to us. Perhaps the ingrained impressions of childhood and youth remain regardless of age. Perhaps there are other reasons. I’m not sure.
And maybe just reasoning it out is irrelevant. The instinct is that which carries the day.
And so today, I returned home from home.