There's no place like home

Everyone has there own idea of what makes a home. For me, it's family. I have a few different places that feel like home to me. My camping trailer, where I sleep in and so do the kids (miracle of miracles) where there is always sand on the floor from the beach that sticks to your feet and gets in the sheets, and where I can sit at the table and make pancakes on the stove at the same time. My moms place, and Adriens mom and dads place, you know it's home when you can root around in the fridge comfortably. The kwoon is where I spend a ton of time too, it's comfortable, familiar and my kids hang off the front counter no matter how many times I tell them not to. I have sweat and bled and cried and laughed there. I have had my face in peoples armpits and had theirs in mine, now thats family. Of course there's my home. It's kind of thrown together with stuff we had when we first got married that people gave us alongside the awesome custom couch we bought a few years ago. But of course it's not the things in your home, where ever it may be, that matter. It's the stories that go with them and the feeling you get when your there. This ended up being kind of a sappy post, but I was gone from home for a few days and it's good to be back.