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   I love this time of year in the Deep South. We rarely get too cold and then it is usually welcome so we at least get a sense of the seasons passing. Summer has faded into the distance, and winter is soon upon us. For us that means low precipitation, mild days with low humidity and deep blue skies. The evenings are cool and crisp. Occasionally we hit a warm spell in December and the fog settles on the coast like a damp blanket and seems to quiet things down a bit.

   All of the cities are putting up their holiday displays. Lights abound on the major roadways and some radio stations are playing Christmas music twenty-four hours a day. Beautiful weather coupled with beautiful surroundings lift the spirits and it is at this time of year that I always remember why I choose to call this place home. I have lived in numerous houses and what made them homes was my sense of belonging to this geographic location. There are other places that hold a fascination for me, but they do not give me the sense of peace and security that living here does.

   I imagine I will have two or three more addresses other than my current one before I finally find a spot to set anchor. Right now I am sort of traveling along the shoreline of stability dropping anchor here and there, only to pull up after a while and move farther down the beach. The important part is having a destination in mind and mine is very clear. I know exactly where I am going, I have been there before. I’ll recognize it when I see it and run up on the beach, tie off a stern line and call it day. It will be from that point onward for me that I will stay in one place and set deeper roots. This time I won’t be moved as easily.

   Being a vagabond in life has its appeal, but it soon loses its luster as we drift along aimlessly. Nothing motivates me more than being part of a community, a member of a neighborhood and resident in good standing. Until then each residence I keep I will make as much of a home as I can. I will endeavor to make as many good memories as possible and leave with a small amount of regret but not enough to keep me from moving. It’s out there, and I will find it again…home; that special place that fills the void and gives one that peace of mind that only a real home can. I’ll keep a stiff upper lip in the meantime and maintain as much dignity as possible until I finally do get home as I start over, over 50.