Dorothy said it best, "there's no place like home." I've spent so much of my life thinking she was full of absolute shit (I mean her parents were non-existent, her uncle was willing to give away her dog, and no one even seemed to notice the hooligans she was hanging with). My home was a place that was not-so-safe feeling, and i could usually think of a million other places to be.
In fact, I thought about this a bit this weekend. My brother sits at home all of the time. he doesn't want to venture out into the unknown; he's got the makings of a hermit. "wanna go out to eat?" "nope" "wanna go to the mall?" "nope" When i was his age, even with all my issues, i was out and about as often as possible. He's missing out on so much of the world.
Having said all of this, I have to admit, i love coming HOME. my home is not only the shelter i have from the elements, but more importantly the ones that i love the most. It was so nice to come home last night and crawl into our own bed, give cleo and lily a kiss goodnight, and know i would wake up with familiarity all around me.
As we look north for a new place, i know that home will travel with me, seatbelted holding my hand, wagging a tail, and meowing in a kitty crate. These are the girls i call HOME.
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you are my home.
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