There really isn’t any place like home

Not that I’m particularly defining home as a place. I’ve lived in too many places to be that attached to any one of them. Home is where your stuff, your pets, and your people are. Where you can speak and be spoken to and actually understand the *entire* conversation. Where not every minute of every day is an adventure, so you can relax. Where you’re not an ambassador of sorts, so you’re allowed to have a bad day.

And it’s good to be home.