Home is where our memories are.

We mostly think that it is among our family, but it is also within a certain place. I have lived in a few other places besides my hometown, yet it is in Visalia I have developed my sense of home.

I think of all our family events that took place through more than four decades, and all the relationships I have intersected with in that time. Visalia is home to me, and it is there I return to in my mind several times a day when I travel away from it.

I can never really ever leave home because home is where my memories rest.

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