Where is home to you?
Where you grew up?
Where you are now?
Where ever the wind takes you?
When I am just talking in a random, everyday sense…home is Kansas City.
When I am speaking quite specifically, home is Iowa. Home is Mom and Dad.
For so many years now, the only thing that stays the same is change. Perhaps that is why running to Iowa to burrow in my parents house is so very comforting. I have not ventured out to see friends while home for so very many years.
Until now.
I wonder if it is because my kids are finally big enough that it is just a tiny bit easier. I wonder if it is because I am getting comfortable with change being the constant.
Maybe it is Facebook.
Who can know.
What I DO know is that I am ever so excited to be home, and about to toss on my boots and head out and see lovely friends from long ago.
After that, I will head back home and have a wonderful evening with new friends who have become so dear.
I guess for now home is where me and my three little kittens who often lose their mittens happen to be.
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