We can never replace the childhood home. Is the place where memories are so close to us.
The childhood is our precious tresure for life.
It has been comforting to spent 5 weeks this past summer in the home I was raised and where I learnt so much from my dear parents. Just time to be there, live life, be engaged in community, work in the garden, plant flowers, cook, grill and have friends over, was a very enjoyble gift.
The home that gave our family unmessurable joy, having our parents model for us wisdom & solid faith foundations, is still the place where, we feel like, we somehow always belong.