There's nowhere quite like home. For quite some time, I defined
"home" as the place I lay my head that particular night. But,
I've been living out here, on this farm, for four and a half years and
I just feel more right here than anywhere.
It's my stuff, ordered the way I placed it. It's my bed with my
linens. My soaps and my teas and my pottery that welcome me and
soothe my senses. It's my yard with my doggies romping. My
quiet days and silent nights and twinkling fire-flies surround me.
My rugs, my books, my curtains, my home....sigh...my home.
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