there's something to be said for coming home. the normalcy, the structure, the familiarity, even the routine which i'm not always gung ho about.... the simple things that make home, home. after a good deal of travel last month, and an added little bit this month (our only travel the whole dang summer), both with the man & little girl and without, i have great appreciation for coming home. sort of ironic, actually... i am usually the first who wants to get up and go, to see a new place, do a new thing, and take off for a while. but i can't remember ever not wanting to go home when it was time. as good as it always seems to get away, and as adventurous as it can be to see new places, it just feels good to be home.
i love home. i love my home.
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