Commentary
MT. LEBANON, Pa.—It really was never supposed to be my forever home.
Two years ago, I took one last look at what had been home for most of my adult life and decided to say thank you instead of goodbye.
Thirty-one years earlier, I crossed the threshold of 260 with a six-day-old infant and a boisterous 3-year-old.
Home is never really a place as much as it is a kaleidoscope of experiences that range from soaring highs to heartbreaking lows with plenty of ordinary in between. If you embrace those moments, they never go away, despite leaving the structure where you hung your hat every night….