tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post5816063330689010883..comments2024-02-20T14:24:13.576-05:00Comments on The Molly Bawn Chronicles: Home Is.......?mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03797484583400519909noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-3105184177180059662008-01-12T19:19:00.000-05:002008-01-12T19:19:00.000-05:00This was a marvelous, moving post. I didn't know w...This was a marvelous, moving post. I didn't know what to say when I first read it, so now I'll simply say this: thank you.Tanya Brownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15919250829858831002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-44053190885404068922008-01-10T13:16:00.000-05:002008-01-10T13:16:00.000-05:00Just beautiful. I think everyone can relate to the...Just beautiful. I think everyone can relate to the yearning for home, maybe those who never had it most of all.<BR/><BR/>I moved many times while raising my children alone. They never had the security of one home forever, as my brother's children did, which I regret.<BR/><BR/>But they have all learned to adjust to new people and changing circumstances better than most. Home for me is no longer the town where I grew up, but my loved ones. When they are with me, I am home.<BR/><BR/>This was a gorgeous post, and now if you will excuse me, I must read it again.heartinsanfranciscohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07535397382991383931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-4312362336587406662008-01-09T12:11:00.000-05:002008-01-09T12:11:00.000-05:00Oh, does this ever tug at my heart-strings, Molly!...Oh, does this ever tug at my heart-strings, Molly!<BR/><BR/>I'm an AF brat too -- almost born in the Philippines, shuttled around a half-dozen other places, no hometown to speak of. My high school reunions mean nothing to me -- I only went to the school from which I graduated for one year.<BR/><BR/>I've spent longer than that inside the DMV.<BR/><BR/>I hear of parents wringing their hands because their little darlings can't bear to go to a school across town after some redistricting decision, and I feel NO sympathy. Try going to a new school in another country and then you have grounds for complaint.Eastcoastdwellerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18140530743668908554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-15025346950717319862008-01-09T03:49:00.000-05:002008-01-09T03:49:00.000-05:00Have been pondering this lately, having lived in t...Have been pondering this lately, having lived in the same place for 14 years, wishing the horizons were broader (more often)<BR/><BR/>My life till then was spent wandering: I always thought it would be great to stay put. Now I'm not so sure...fifihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06946945635726214503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-22109127701220997692008-01-07T16:05:00.000-05:002008-01-07T16:05:00.000-05:00Home is most definitely where the heart is ... not...Home is most definitely where the heart is ... not bricks and mortar or furniture and belongings ... <BR/><BR/>Oh to be a Bedouin ...riseoutofmehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14900369522350465257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-65772139580307711302008-01-07T09:35:00.000-05:002008-01-07T09:35:00.000-05:00I had just put on mascara then read this post and ...I had just put on mascara then read this post and now I have to go wipe off the streaks. You said it very nicely. Move to OHIO!Lilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03921966085379297395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-88159231510725361112008-01-07T01:50:00.000-05:002008-01-07T01:50:00.000-05:00I have lived in only a few places. My first 17.5 y...I have lived in only a few places. My first 17.5 years in the same country house. <BR/> At the moment I have lived here 29 years and 10 months. ( so this is certainy home - I've lived here longest ) all my homes have been in New Zealand. As long as I have greenery ( grass and trees) around me, I think I would be happy to make anywhere home.<BR/><BR/>I think my offspring still think of this as home....well some of their gear is STILL here....but they are only 34 and 37 so it's early days! <BR/><BR/>Always keep homes and memories alive in your heart and mind - then you can visit as often as you wish.Ali Honeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12671890094425941272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-66792965113035488372008-01-07T01:38:00.000-05:002008-01-07T01:38:00.000-05:00What a bittersweet post this is. I know that feeli...What a bittersweet post this is. I know that feeling to a certain extent. Our children feel 'homeless'. I always wished we had lived in an old 'homestead', & had no changing of schools, no changing of addresses...<BR/>It does no good to wish now, but I always felt so sorry for the brilliant young woman who worked as a cleaner for our Hotel, in Oz. She had been an accountant in her homeland. She became a 'lowly' cleaner in Oz. She was a lovely, intelligent, clever, enchanting woman, who gave much for her husband & her children's freedom.<BR/><BR/>Our next 'cleaner' was an Air Force wife. With a seething resentment for the gypsy life she & her children had to endure. Often in substandard housing. She left him. I could never blame her.meggiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00061112627819270427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-4311847518595130762008-01-06T23:49:00.000-05:002008-01-06T23:49:00.000-05:00Well, I just revisited my 'home'-town over Christm...Well, I just revisited my 'home'-town over Christmas and on the whole I felt nothing special at all about being there. I tried imagining me and the boys living there which induced a sense of claustrophobic panic. On the other hand I feel strangely moved when I think of the terrible bushfire that swept through there causing much devastation 4 years ago. So I dunno. It's a funny business, this 'home' thing.Stomper Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04038937073264645029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-32926491713384562432008-01-06T16:58:00.000-05:002008-01-06T16:58:00.000-05:00I shared a similar experience to your Liz. A milit...I shared a similar experience to your Liz. A military father meant constant moving. I made certain that my children went to ONE school. I am envious of the fact that they still have memories of pre-school, reinforced by those years of walking past the same building. <BR/><BR/>I may have created a daughter with a wanderlust, though...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-4130000034839160382008-01-06T13:20:00.000-05:002008-01-06T13:20:00.000-05:00Wow Molly -- love this post. It's a subject I thi...Wow Molly -- love this post. It's a subject I think of often and we find ourselves in the position of your daughter -- we moved a lot as children and tried to stay put for the children to have roots. But they, like you, think it boring and long to spread their wings. Maybe it alters every generation? I do think it's true as you get older, you long for home. I especially see that in my father -- he's across the country from his home and I know he longs to return to finish his days there. But none of us are there, so in a sense he has two homes. Thanks for a beautiful post!Thimbleannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03650582809426872051noreply@blogger.com