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	<title>Comments on: Stomping Grounds</title>
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		<title>By: Steve</title>
		<link>http://www.temporarilyme.com/2008/11/16/stomping-grounds/comment-page-1/#comment-5364</link>
		<dc:creator>Steve</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 23:05:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Someone much wiser than me once wrote, &quot;You can never go home again.&quot;

You may return to the same structure you once called home, but it&#039;s not the same home you left, and the difference is not the &quot;home&quot; changed, but that you have.

Now that my parents are gone, and most of my relatives, I have no reason to visit my hometown, but when business directs my path to that location, it is cold and impersonal. Traveling down the streets it&#039;s hard to imagine they were the same streets where my friends and I would cavort, and enjoy the rigors of youth.

I think a more accurate slogan than, &quot;Home Sweet Home&quot;, is, &quot;Home is where the heart is.&quot; I have found my heart home to be the coziest place I know.

Don&#039;t get discourage on your life&#039;s journey. You have a wonderful gift in that you&#039;re able to express you feeling by using the written word.

Keep writing, and in time...

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;SteveÂ´s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.beatingofthedrum.com/2008/11/19/good-thing-it-wasnt-hard-salami/&quot;&gt;Good Thing It Wasnâ€™t Hard Salami&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Someone much wiser than me once wrote, &#8220;You can never go home again.&#8221;</p>
<p>You may return to the same structure you once called home, but it&#8217;s not the same home you left, and the difference is not the &#8220;home&#8221; changed, but that you have.</p>
<p>Now that my parents are gone, and most of my relatives, I have no reason to visit my hometown, but when business directs my path to that location, it is cold and impersonal. Traveling down the streets it&#8217;s hard to imagine they were the same streets where my friends and I would cavort, and enjoy the rigors of youth.</p>
<p>I think a more accurate slogan than, &#8220;Home Sweet Home&#8221;, is, &#8220;Home is where the heart is.&#8221; I have found my heart home to be the coziest place I know.</p>
<p>Don&#8217;t get discourage on your life&#8217;s journey. You have a wonderful gift in that you&#8217;re able to express you feeling by using the written word.</p>
<p>Keep writing, and in time&#8230;</p>
<p><abbr><em>SteveÂ´s last blog post..<a href="http://www.beatingofthedrum.com/2008/11/19/good-thing-it-wasnt-hard-salami/">Good Thing It Wasnâ€™t Hard Salami</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Christina</title>
		<link>http://www.temporarilyme.com/2008/11/16/stomping-grounds/comment-page-1/#comment-5362</link>
		<dc:creator>Christina</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 18:56:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>While I&#039;d never want to move back to my hometown, we often talk of moving back to the small college town we lived in for awhile. But then we go through the same pros and cons of living in a small town versus a city. And we worry that moving away from the city, and Aaron&#039;s dad, might affect his dad&#039;s health by taking the girls away from him. Seems like there&#039;s no right answer.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;ChristinaÂ´s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AMommyStory/~3/452566950/haiku-friday-blocked.html&quot;&gt;Haiku Friday: Blocked&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>While I&#8217;d never want to move back to my hometown, we often talk of moving back to the small college town we lived in for awhile. But then we go through the same pros and cons of living in a small town versus a city. And we worry that moving away from the city, and Aaron&#8217;s dad, might affect his dad&#8217;s health by taking the girls away from him. Seems like there&#8217;s no right answer.</p>
<p><abbr><em>ChristinaÂ´s last blog post..<a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AMommyStory/~3/452566950/haiku-friday-blocked.html">Haiku Friday: Blocked</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: justmylife</title>
		<link>http://www.temporarilyme.com/2008/11/16/stomping-grounds/comment-page-1/#comment-5361</link>
		<dc:creator>justmylife</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 15:29:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am completely different on this point. I never wanted to move to the big city, I always wanted to stay in my hometown. Of course I could do without my in-laws so close. heh!

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;justmylifeÂ´s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://justmylife-mygripespot.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-good-deeds-go-bad.html&quot;&gt;When good deeds go bad.......&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am completely different on this point. I never wanted to move to the big city, I always wanted to stay in my hometown. Of course I could do without my in-laws so close. heh!</p>
<p><abbr><em>justmylifeÂ´s last blog post..<a href="http://justmylife-mygripespot.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-good-deeds-go-bad.html">When good deeds go bad&#8230;&#8230;.</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: mamatulip</title>
		<link>http://www.temporarilyme.com/2008/11/16/stomping-grounds/comment-page-1/#comment-5360</link>
		<dc:creator>mamatulip</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 20:10:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I NEVER thought I&#039;d end up in my hometown...and yet, here I am. I&#039;m not in my hometown, but I&#039;m close enough. And dare I say I am glad I am? (I am.)

But I totally get what you&#039;re saying. As usual. ;)

(Did you get a package from me? PLEASE say you did...I sent that fucker like, two weeks ago!)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I NEVER thought I&#8217;d end up in my hometown&#8230;and yet, here I am. I&#8217;m not in my hometown, but I&#8217;m close enough. And dare I say I am glad I am? (I am.)</p>
<p>But I totally get what you&#8217;re saying. As usual. <img src='http://www.temporarilyme.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>(Did you get a package from me? PLEASE say you did&#8230;I sent that fucker like, two weeks ago!)</p>
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		<title>By: ali</title>
		<link>http://www.temporarilyme.com/2008/11/16/stomping-grounds/comment-page-1/#comment-5359</link>
		<dc:creator>ali</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 14:33:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i so know EXACTLY what you are saying...

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;aliÂ´s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/alimartell/mzqi/~3/448446382/&quot;&gt;THE moms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i so know EXACTLY what you are saying&#8230;</p>
<p><abbr><em>aliÂ´s last blog post..<a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/alimartell/mzqi/~3/448446382/">THE moms</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Assertagirl</title>
		<link>http://www.temporarilyme.com/2008/11/16/stomping-grounds/comment-page-1/#comment-5357</link>
		<dc:creator>Assertagirl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 00:11:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The grass always seems greener on the other side, doesn&#039;t it?  I have a love/hate relationship with my hometown, too.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The grass always seems greener on the other side, doesn&#8217;t it?  I have a love/hate relationship with my hometown, too.</p>
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		<title>By: Jennifer, Playgroups are no place for children</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jennifer, Playgroups are no place for children</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 23:31:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I always yearn for home, but once I&#039;m there if feels suffocating.  Not sure why...maybe it&#039;s the wanting out that you talk about.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jennifer, Playgroups are no place for childrenÂ´s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://playgroupsarenoplaceforchildren.com/2008/11/16/the-day-the-internet-died/&quot;&gt;The day the Internet died&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I always yearn for home, but once I&#8217;m there if feels suffocating.  Not sure why&#8230;maybe it&#8217;s the wanting out that you talk about.</p>
<p><abbr><em>Jennifer, Playgroups are no place for childrenÂ´s last blog post..<a href="http://playgroupsarenoplaceforchildren.com/2008/11/16/the-day-the-internet-died/">The day the Internet died</a></em></abbr></p>
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