Home ain’t Home anymore!

Part the answer to that would involve a little time travel to answer.

I’d want to step through the Time Tunnel with my beautiful bride and go back to where we lived years ago. To live again in the old house on the corner of 5th and Cherry in Del Norte. It was built in the 1870s and Julie and I fell in love there and began forging a life for ourselves.

Coach and Juanita would still be across the street, and I’d have to chop wood for us to stay warm during the winter.

The old apricot tree would still be sanding, and the antique yellow roses would flourish every spring.

I used to thrill to drive up to it.

It was home.

But the old house isn’t home anymore.

Both Coach and Juanita are gone. I’ve never even visited their graves. Maybe one day.

And on the rare occasions we go to Del Norte, I don’t even look at the place that used to be home.