This weekend, I’ll be spending the entire weekend at home. That’s 48 hours…in a row. I haven’t spent a weekend at home in a while. There is something just so familiar and comforting about being home. Isn’t there?
Over the years, I’ve made the Letter L across the country. I grew up in Pennsylvania, moved to Southern California, hopped up to Seattle, then retraced it all in reverse.
Sometimes I miss living in California, but Pennsylvania will always be home to me. Even when I lived on the west coast, I continued to call western Pennsylvania home. There’s a deep meaning attached to the word home that isn’t as tangible at the word house.
The meaning of home can be different for everyone. To me, home is a place of companionship, where people share your life in all-encompassing, deep and meaningful ways. A home can be any place, big or small, and it doesn’t have to have a roof. A home is like a magnet…a place that pulls you close and makes it hard to leave.
Where do you call home?
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