In the song he talks about some stuff he leaves behind and he wants it back. I always leave stuff behind. I don't really mean to but somehow I do. A few years ago, Les and I were back in Michigan and we were driving by all of our old houses. One of them still had all of my cute little cement garden bunnies and squirrels in the yard. Les said, "Those are still ours! I want them back!" Ha. Just like her mom. I really regret that I had to leave the painting that Arnold did for us. When we moved to Florida I had a really mean mover and Bret was already in Florida so I was doing it on my own and I didn't stand up to him when he was doing such a lousy job and refusing to take certain things. The painting was so big that I couldn't even fit it in my car to take it to a friend's house.
I guess this nomad life we have is exciting in some ways. It lets us try lots of different things. We've lived on the lake, near the sea, in an arts and crafts bungalow, and a noisy apartment, a neighborhood where all of the houses looked the same, a neighborhood with a gate, houses with a best friend for Leslie next door, and neighborhoods where I knew everyone on the block. What will this new chapter in our lives bring? (And what do you suppose I will leave behind?)