"The Road Home"

I came home today for the first time in a week, to my home for the last 10 years. My brother and his family live here, I work here and I've made some friends here.  I've been off work for the past six weeks and have been staying with my mom, off and on, in my hometown.  The more time I spend there, the more it feels like my "real" home, even though I moved away before my daughter was born. I have friends I grew up with and family there.  When I married my daughter's father, I moved to his hometown.  That's where I spent the biggest part of 25 years and it became my hometown, too. I reared my daughter in that town, with and without her dad.  I went to church, participated in my daughter's activities and activities of my own, I worked there and I had a beautiful home I loved.  I put down roots and I still have friends in that "hometown".  Somewhere in between, I lived in Louisville, Kentucky, for three years.  Louisville wasn't and never will be my hometown,  But, I admit, while living there I found things to enjoy.  I made a few friends I didn't keep up with and I had a part-time job and an aunt who lived there.  But, for some reason, it never became home to me or my daughter.   It seems I have more than one road leading home, past and present.  How fortunate is that!