Two inseparable principles

when I was seven, my family went to Disney land. it was a huge surpise to me. and at first i loved it, we road tripped and had a flat tire somewhere in the Mojave desert, I remember being sleepy but concerned. my mom simply had to say that my older brothers richard and jared were working on it and we would be ok, that was enough to make me happily fall back to sleep with that cold window on the other side of my favorite pillow. 

there was real fear in all of our hearts when we finally arrived at the motel we would be sleeping in for the week. as we approached our room we saw our light was on, and through the window we saw a man sleeping on the bed. i dont remember how but we learned it was my father who was flying in to meet us after a business trip. 

some time after magic mountain, but before the indiana jones ride and the Mainstreet Electrical parade.  i got home sick. my mom said it was the first case of homesickness for the actual place. i missed the familiar bed, and i missed the big oak trees in my back yard, or the even bigger oak trees that line mainstreet in my hometown of farmington to this day. i missed the warm fragrant early summer air in my back yard. 

now, as an adult looking back on this memory. i regret not cherishing my last family vacation with my beautiful sister Amber. I will never be able to revisit the opportunity i lost to get to know my brother richard before his mission.

my place is Farmington, this is the city my Great Great grandfather helped build when he was stranded here nearly 200 years ago. this is the city my grandfather brought his youngest children too when his house was lost to eminent domain. this is the city i where i bought my first house, which is the house my mother met my father in. 

my place is as a son of Joseph and debera Kennard. a brother to 6 of the best humans i have ever known. i belong in the love of my mother in law Annette davis, and i am in a new home that is all my own, and held together by my unbreakable bond to Cassi Kennard. 

I wont always be standing infront of magic mountain with my brothers and sisters, or walking down Mainstreet in farmington with my mom learning about my families connection to my city. i cant always be sitting at The davis family kitchen table or even spending every evening with my best friend and wife. it has only taken me 30 years to realize it, but i finally realize what it means when they say, home is where the heart is. 

my home is in the farmington cemetery, and its also on mainstreet of disneyland in 1997 and it is at my grandparents house that i remodeled with my wife. my home is in the vacation house in Hurricane utah. my home is in oregon with richard. and it is defenently in the home my parents have lived at for the last 27 years. no matter where life takes all the beautiful people i love, it is with them that my home will be. it is there that i will belong.

"Residence as well as family members are two inseparable principles that supply significant experiences that aid form and also create an individual. The home is typically construed as the resultant connection of individuals that have special sense of belongingness dwelling in a house."