It is always interesting coming home. Home being a place where you life is evidenced in the dents on the floor, carvings in trees, cracks in vases you were not supposed to touch and the tangible evidence that you were here.
I cannot imagine not having a place like this to return to. It offers an amazing sense of stability. I never really thought about this before this trip home. Home is where the heart is. And to me, that is right here.
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