Then it gets closer. Only a half a mile to go. What can I tell now? All the buildings look the same. I can see a long way.
Then finally I am there. Home! No matter where I live or how old I become this will always be home.
This house on this farm has always been a part of my life. My grandparents built it in the early 1940's and my dad lives there now. Until I was almost 11 there was a house across the road that we lived in and my dad moved back there when I was 18. It has changed a little over the years and the buildings around it have change, but it still brings that sense of security and belonging. I have spend summers hauling hay with my father and grandfather. It allows you to be a part of this great connection to the gift of beauty and calmness.