It doesn’t matter that I’m 57 years old and have lived in a different province for 32 years… visiting mom is ‘coming home’. For the week leading up to my visit I had to keep correcting myself. I’d say, “I’m going home to my parents.” It has been over two years since dad died, but ‘home to parents’ is still my default.

I’m not in the house I grew up in. I’ve only ever slept on a couch here. But I still call visiting mom, ‘home’.

I don’t think that will ever change.