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I feel like my own skin is finally home, this soft, vulnerable, imperfect female body, and that's a pretty amazing feeling after 51 years.

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Home for me will always be the house I grew up in. No matter what life I make for mysel or with whom, I don't think that feeling will change.

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Jan 13, 2023Liked by Jan Peppler, PhD

Oh dear, just wrote a lovely comment but in the attempt to edit grammar accidentally deleted it-. Too late and too tired to renew those thoughts but thanks Jan for allowing me space to speak.

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Jan 13, 2023Liked by Jan Peppler, PhD

At my age I value peace and quiet more than I ever thought I would.

No longer a landlord and only working two days a week during the winter, it's a treat to read, nap, do a crossword. No wife, girlfriend or other roommate.

Being single rocks!

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Jan 13, 2023Liked by Jan Peppler, PhD

I love this post. We are preparing for my husband's early retirement and upcoming permanent move to a tiny town in Italy. We are leaving for a week at our home there...and though my kids, my dogs, and all my stuff is here...in Texas...we already think of our little Italian casa as 'home.' My father no longer lives where I grew up - going there isn't going home for me, especially since my mom died several years ago. So I've been thinking a lot about the construct of 'home', especially now that my children are beginning to leave the nest. For me, home is where we go to gather together...regardless of location.

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