Home is where your hat is?
Home is where your hat is? The packers have come and packed and the movers have left with almost all of our worldly possessions... though we do still have the clothes that will be packed in the suitcases that will follow us for the next few months until reunited with our belongings. I find myself sitting in the structure that use to be our home, which is now nothing more than a shell of a house. It makes me ponder what makes a house a home? Is it the artwork and artifacts that have been collected and the memories attached to them? Perhaps it is the artwork the kids have done that we have taped to the walls for all to see. Or is it just the presence of having our family all in the same place? I have lived somewhat of a nomadic life and always with the expression that "home is where your hat is". Whether it was a house in Fort-Portal, a dorm room in Kampala, Uganda, the rack in a submarine or any of the many other places I have hung my hat. Well I have my hat and famil