15. It’s good to be where you know where you are
In 1972 our family took a cross-country camping trip. Starting from Pomona, NY, we went nine thousand miles as far west as Glacier Park and Yellowstone Park, camped at an Indian Reservation in the Dakotas, and finally arrived back on Camp Hill Road in Pomona again. Dara, the youngest of four children, was seven years old and as she woke up and looked around she said, “It’s so good to be where you know where you are.”
There have been times in my life when I knew where I was and times when I didn’t, but I have learned that when I know where I am, it’s good.
