Being Home

Being home is like…                     Hot cocoa on a cold day

A swimming pool on a hot    

Turkey on Thanksgiving
And presents on your birthday

Being home I like…   Kids on a playground

                            Or sitting in a waiting room

            Regular. Normal. Comfortable.

Being home this weekend made me think about why I like it so much. Yes, my family is there, I get to spend a lot of time with Brady and Brooke, and there is always great food. But, the real reason I like being home is because of the relaxed, free feeling I get when I pull into the driveway.

I like being home so much that my mom always jokes when she makes changes around the house. She asks me if I want to keep the old curtains, pillows, and even the kitchen utensils. Now, I have a box of crap with my name on it.

Being home.

I go home to see my family but now it’s more than that. I go for the good feelings and the ease of being simply at home.