The Funny Thing About HOME

My wife and I were sitting at the kitchen table, and she said, “I want to go HOME and see the kids for Christmas.”   A few days later, we were on our way. While we were there, we got the flue and started longing to go HOME. While on the way HOME we ended up stopping in Sheyenne, WY. I was sick and two nights in a nice hotel helped a lot, but I wanted to go HOME. On the way through Nebraska, we had some very long detours because of I 80 closure’s, and we kept saying I want to go HOME, we stopped in Kansas City MO. We thought we had reservations at a pet-friendly hotel. No, they were not pet-friendly, so we decided just to go HOME. We drove another 9+ hours, we were dead tired, but when we saw Home, none of that mattered. We were happy to be HOME.

HOME is not a specific place; HOME is where we grew up, HOME is where we raised our children. HOME is where our grandchildren are raised. HOME is our place of refuge. HOME is and always will be where my wife and I can relax and let go. HOME is so many things you cannot contain it in one location. Home is where anybody and everybody you love lives.