Hometown

I loved growing up in my hometown. I know people are often proud of where they grew up but I really loved Wareham. As a kid I had so much freedom both at the salt water near our house and the fresh water and woods up beyond route 6 all the way to Plymouth. I loved my friendships and my education, although I never did my best, and the love of sports in town. I moved to my wife's home town shortly after our marriage and we raised our children there. It was their home town and because we both taught there it became a second home town to me. I loved how quickly I could be in Boston or Providence or the Cape or the mountains and it seemed to be a small island in the middle of everything. Marsha's family was there and we spent so much time together that it made it feel even more like my hometown. I've moved since then and each town or city has had it's own attractions and personality and then finally I came here to Myrtle Beach. I'm not disloyal because each place has felt like home, I still have deep love in my heart for my first hometown and the people who shared it with me. I think this will be my final hometown. I don't know if I will live here long enough to have the depth of feelings I have for some of the other places where I have found home, but it is the final resting place of Marsha's remains and will be for mine as well. If I have discovered anything about my home town it is that we can find joy in almost any environment if we open our eyes, our hearts, our minds, and our will. May you seek and find joy the in place you call home, even if it is not as good as my home town, Wareham.