Home is where I’m writing this blog post.
“Home is where the heart is,” my late mother used to say, at my childhood home.
Home is where people feel comfortable enough to wear ugly sweaters for Christmas.
Cardiac rehab is where Carla showed me her winning sweater, above, for the “Ugliest Sweater Contest” she competed in at home.
Cardiac rehab, which feels like home because of Carla and the other friendly staff there, is also where I saw this, yesterday:
Home is where my boyfriend Michael cooks me delicious meals, like this one:
Home is where Michael played the song “Home” for me when we first moved to our current home.
Home is where I’m posting one more image before I leave my home for work today.
Thanks to all for helping me feel more at home, here and now.