For the first twenty-eight years of my marriage, we moved alot. Twenty one times, in fact. There were assorted apartments, duplexes, old houses, new houses, even a 3 month sojourn in a hotel in Indonesia. Every time we moved, we said our goodbyes to one place and our hellos to another with the glad anticipation that in yet another place, we would make a home. And we did. But when we returned to the United States after living in Jakarta for nearly five years, we settled in a place that has been home for twenty years now. We have lived in two different houses, but within the same neighborhood. We have a Sugar Land, Texas postal address, but live just beyond the edge of the Richmond, Texas city limits. Although our work and shopping may take us frequently into Sugar Land and beyond into Houston, our feeling of community is in our neighborhood and in the small town of Richmond. There is our church, and a sense of returning to the kind of small town which nurtured me in my growing up years.
Freeways and cell phones and internet connections may link our lives in ways I could never have imagined as a young girl but I am rooted in this place and with these people. Appreciation of history is strong here, as evidenced in a recent anniversary celebration for the town. I love to be at home here.