ok. my second home is my nanas house. [we go every week though..]

i love racing through the field we named Jupiter's Crossing.

i love romping through the Great Wood And the West Wood And East Wood.

i love looking for wagon wheels in little meadow.

i love climbing into the cabin loft and thinking.

i love playing with Scout, nana and opa's elderly dog.

i love biking through the potholes.

i love racing my cousins through the forest.

and something i miss but we will get again this upcoming Sunday.

i miss going to church in-person.

i miss singing to hymns.

i miss hearing my dad's guitar when he plays the music.

i miss talking with my friends.

i miss holding the door for everyone that comes in.

i miss listening t the sermons that drag on while taking notes or quietly drawing on my bulletin.

so yeah.. lol..

Hmm. I don't grow attached to places, so I will do my grandpa.

I miss being bounced on his knee as a baby.

I miss his honoured praise for my simple gifts.

I miss playing games, even though he let me win.

I miss the birthday parties where he always came.

I miss sitting beside him for a story.

I miss the walks in parks on sunny days.

I miss the hospitals, the late nights,

I miss my grandpa.

😭😭😭😭😭😭

It always makes me so sad to think about.... I like to remember him, but I miss him. Thank you, @Jo4life . I have to go cry, now.

So I'm really hesitant about sharing this, but it's the truth, so I might as well.

I miss our old church. I miss sitting down in the same pew we always had and glancing over at all the familiar faces.

I miss trying not to stare at people and sometimes failing, sometimes getting caught a few too many times.

I miss whispering with my sister, waiting for the service to begin.

I miss the feelings of connection and love that would come when we stood and sang, whether it was sunny or rainy.

I miss the sermons that dragged on.

I miss staying for so long after church, exchanging letter with my best friends and having so many kindred talks.

I miss us driving home, while I sat in the back and talked with my siblings about the things that had happened.

I miss everything about it. It isn't to say I'm not loving the church we're at now, but it doesn't change how I miss our old one.

Ooh, this is a great idea @Jo4life . I think my second home is... the Heath park we used to live across from.

I miss walking through the forest and listening to birds, rain, and leaves

I miss running through the large fields and playing dead-man with my bros

I miss seeing the beautiful leaves in fall and pushing my younger brother down the slide😂. Heath will always be my second home/number one park.

Hmm, my second home... probably camp. I miss walking across the field to see the horses. I miss seeing the stars at night, it was the perfect place to stargaze! I miss the fresh air. I miss the forest surroundings. I miss being able to run silly and act like a kid up there. I miss the lack of connection, where I dont have to hear the news. Well, that's one of my second home. Might have another 😂

First off Welcome Back @Jo4life !!!! SO glad your back...

Okay here goes nothing...

Our happy place or our second was actually our first home....

We miss the sound of the creek in the front yard and playing in it

We miss our dogs that would jump on us

We miss playing in the neighbors woods with our brothers

We miss playing LotR and Star Wars in the woods

We miss our papaw's field right next door

We miss being able to walk to our grandparents houses

We miss fishing in our neighbors pond

We miss playing in our playhouse and making mud pies

We miss building forts and climbing trees

We miss throwing rocks at water striders and bees nest

We miss rolling down leaf covered banks of dirt

We even miss having dirt and leaves everywhere on us!

But most we miss the freedom of being able to play and yell and scream as loud as we wanted and no one caring....we don't have that here....

My happy place, or my second home, is my grandpa's farm

I miss the sound of the cattle when it's feeding time

I miss the sound of the gravel grinding together when you walk around

I miss jumping down from piles of hay bails

I miss the wind whipping my face as I race my brother around on a four-wheeler

I miss the dogs with little training that jump up and tackle you, knocking you to the ground

I miss the mud covering my clothes no matter how hard I try to stay clean

I miss playing the guitar around the fire

I miss the vegetables that are freshly grown

I miss finding junk off of old farm equipment and trying to build something

But most I miss the fresh air. Breathing in and not regretting it, being free to do what I want because no one cares what you do.

Sounds fun..... I'm working on a fanart gift right now, so I'll do it in a bit.