Back Home Again

Over the Independence Day holiday my son and I went back to visit my parents in Illinois. I had not been back in more than five years so it was really good to visit. I haven’t been avoiding the trip home, it just didn’t happen. When I first joined the Navy in 1988, I made regular trips back home almost twice a year. As I began to settle down and make a home for myself in San Diego, my visits became fewer and farther between. Going “home” didn’t have the same meaning anymore.

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