I don't know why it means so much to me to go back and "touch base" with this place every 10 years or so, but it does. Maybe it is because I'm a military wife and the word "home" is kind of liquid to me. Maybe it is because this is a time when I can look back and say with certainty that we were happy and things made sense. Maybe behind that big white framed door lie memories that represent life before things got so complicated. Maybe it is just the simplicity and innocence of childhood that draws me back. Whatever it is...this is my base and I got to touch it last week. I'm good for another decade.