This is a great expression of sentiments I often have after prolonged travel. I had always considered them mundane, but this brings a whole new perspective to things for me.
I know what you mean. I was homeless for a few years. There's nothing like having a place that's yours. My wife and I are not rich, we live in a cheap apartment, but I'm always happy to come home.
Love your insights, Alison. It was similar for me 40 years ago when Diane & I were dating. I felt comfortable at her parent's house, it wasn't home. There's a point in my work day when I start to think of home, sitting with Diane and a cup of coffee, talking about our day and watching the cats.
Such a beautiful post, Alison. I love your reflections on the places that have been home, and am entirely with you when it comes to wanting to be in your own surroundings, where everything is just-so, engineered by you FOR you, and where you feel most comfortable. Dorothy was right: there's no place like it.
This is a great expression of sentiments I often have after prolonged travel. I had always considered them mundane, but this brings a whole new perspective to things for me.
I know what you mean. I was homeless for a few years. There's nothing like having a place that's yours. My wife and I are not rich, we live in a cheap apartment, but I'm always happy to come home.
Love your insights, Alison. It was similar for me 40 years ago when Diane & I were dating. I felt comfortable at her parent's house, it wasn't home. There's a point in my work day when I start to think of home, sitting with Diane and a cup of coffee, talking about our day and watching the cats.
Such a beautiful post, Alison. I love your reflections on the places that have been home, and am entirely with you when it comes to wanting to be in your own surroundings, where everything is just-so, engineered by you FOR you, and where you feel most comfortable. Dorothy was right: there's no place like it.