The Places That Feel Like Home

There are some places in this world where you just know that you belong. They don’t have to be your home, they don’t have to be a place that you visit often, but for whatever reason this is where you feel the best. These are the places that you think about to calm you down when it’s 2 am and you can’t sleep, when it’s 3 am and you can’t stop crying. These are the places that feel like home. For me, Locust Lake is one of those places. I grew up camping here, starting when I was 2 weeks old. We go up for a few weekends out of the year, and sometimes it seems like we never have enough time there, and other times it feels like we never left.  Sometimes when we go it’s just our family, but more often than not there’s a few families that go up at the same time, and we always have visitors come up for the day. Our camping group has changed over the years, with new friends coming to fill the places where old friends no longer reside, but this weekend some of those old friends were able to come back to where we all call home, and it felt as though nothing had changed. Like I said a while ago on here, connections never break, they are simply stretched. By walking toward each other again, the rope gets some slack, and the stretching is far less drastic, unforgettable but not insurmountable.