Finally, our house was empty, and it was time to move back. After all of the vacation time I was very excited to finally be going home. Home. That was such an important word to me.
The first person I wanted to see was Patty. Patty was my rock, my stability. When I was gone, Patty wrote to me and let me know what was going on in our neighborhood. When I returned home, Patty was always there, like she had been waiting for my return. We would talk and it would seem like I had never left. With some friends, you really don't have to say much, they know you so well they know what you are thinking or what you were going to say before you say it. Patty was that way. We would have to catch up on some news or gossip, then it would be like I had never left. We would soon be finishing each other's sentences.
Patty was the prettiest girl in the neighborhood. She had long blond hair, a pretty face and a marvelous sense of humor. She was several years younger than I, so we weren't in school together. But during after school hours we were frequently together. Our mother's were best friends and we both had younger sister's who were close friends. We were together often enough that we knew some of each other's relatives. We were more like sisters than friends.
I would go places with Patty and her family or just spend time at her house. We would spend the night with one another or have meals together. We liked to go to one of our homes and beg our mother to have the other person stay for lunch. Once we finished lunch, we would go to the other house and repeat our routine, so that we often had two lunches. Luckily, we played hard outside so we could afford the extra calories.
We played board games and card games together, did sports together (including crashing head-on into one another during a touch football game), and did girlie activities together. We went on treasure hunts, left baskets of flowers on neighbors porches on May Day and searched for leprechauns every St. Patrick's Day.
Yes, Patty was my rock. She was my security and stability. I somehow felt safe when she was around. She made me felt like I belonged somewhere. She made me feel like I was home. Thank you, Patty!