It is good to be home.
Driving past my old high school, and then slowly through our neighborhood, because deer are always lurking near the roads (three of them, this evening).
Hearing about news around town.Thinking about my friends who
never left town, and how the roads we've traveled are so different, and
yet equally treasured.
Enjoying a home-cooked meal. Flipping through old photo books for no particular reason. Sleeping in my old room.
It's good to be home with family. And I'm thankful.
What do you love about going home? Go on, be grateful!
Thursday, September 26, 2013
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