Home is a nebulous sort of place, when you spend most of your life moving all over the countryside, from state to state, and town to town. As a child, we made our first out of state move when I was five; from Quincy, Massachusetts to Ocean Springs, Mississippi. We moved the next town over in 5th grade, and then promptly packed up and moved to Gales Ferry, Connecticut for a year and a half. We went back to Mississippi, lived in several different towns/houses, and just about the time we thought we were “settled”, Dad’s job took him to Newport News, Virginia. A few years there, and on to Baton Rouge, Louisiana. We didn’t stay long, or rather I didn’t stay long. I ran back to VA to get married, and stop moving, LOL!