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Written by Marykate Wurster, mother of 3 wonderful children, Gladwyne, PA
I have the song Home by Phillip Phillips running through my head as I type. We have been in our new house for almost a month. It seems like we have been here much longer, and also as if we just arrived. I have been touring my children around their new home, a place where I lived until I was college bound and then returned to for a couple years post BA.
I am remembering why I loved growing up in the western suburbs of Philadelphia. The winding tree lined streets and hymns and hums of crickets, that are so loud at night, you could be camping deep in the woods. I love the stone houses, and creeks running through yards and sometimes across roads forming unexpected fords. I love the accessibility to Philadelphia, and the ease of cascading from from one quaint town to another.
I love passing homes with plaques that read 1778 or knowing just by looking at them they are hundreds of years old. I love the rickety bridges and stone remains of old mills. I love driving past horses and suburban houses all flowing one into the next. I am remembering why I have always cherished this area.
And then nothing can compare to family and having that circle around you. The true highlight is the family and extended family that is now so close to us. I love that my children went to art camp where their great grandfather, an artist, took classes. And frequent the 5 & 10 that I used to go to as a child. I love taking them to my favorite parks, trailing them across bridges and watching them discover the same secret magical places that I loved as a child, the places children always find.
Everything is new, everything is the same. T.S. Eliot says it much better than I – “We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time”. Home.
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