On Monday I was surfing the web, while trying to ignore the fact that my hubs had just left, and came across this post from my friend Tina who lives in Spain. It's called Home is Where? and speaks about her many travels and what effect that has on her perception of 'home'.
I shared a story with her about how a couple years ago I took one of our orphans to our nearby city to take care of medical issues. We had to spend the night. That day, he really wasn't happy with all our running around and I told him that after one more errand we would go home. He cheered up for a while but when we did that one thing and then only went to a friend's house, he looked at me with hurt and betrayal in his eyes. This wasn't our home! I felt terrible. With all my moving around I have come to feel that wherever I lay my head, is home. Obviously he begged to differ. Poor baby.
Also this week, I read on Scholastic Scribe about her spring cleaning and finding an old recipe by her mother's neighbor, written down years before. She went on to make the meatball recipe and her family enjoyed it. It made me wonder what our children will find left behind by us. With everything digitalized and computerized are we leaving anything of ourselves behind? My wonderfully organized binder of recipes is all printed--not much handwriting.
We don't even write letters anymore. I'd love to have a box filled with handwritten love letters, but most of our romantic missives are stored in gmail or skype histories. What do you think? Have you found a way to preserve your personality and history for future generations?