There's No Place Like Home

I realized this after being away for just a short time, on the vacation that wasn't really a vacation. While this house is far from ideal, it is home and all that encompasses. I used to feel I had two homes, the one I grew up in and the one I live in. But the one I grew up in was sold to strangers several years ago, making the house I live in much more meaningful. I had the notion that it doesn't matter where we are as long as our family is together. But turns out it DOES matter where we are. There is something to be said for being surrounded by your own belongings, your own bed, your own space. Having the people I love (and the cat I love!) in our own house is about as good as it gets.