Home is a house built in 1931 and 195_(kitchen and upstairs) and 198_(master bathroom) and 2004(sunroom) where I live with my wife, my daughter (16 on Monday—yikes!), my son(12), two dogs, two cats, and a bird.
Home is a house my father built in Pennsylvania, where I grew up and my parents still reside.
Home is increasingly my wife's parents house—and her sister's house, too.
Home is a place where I belong—a place where I feel no urgency to leave just because I'm done with whatever brought me there.
It's a place where I don't ask before opening the refrigerator.
It's a place where I don't cover the seat with toilet paper and flush with my foot.
It's a place where, when my wife says to me "let's go home," I am—at least for a moment—confused.
Home is also a place where there is no lack of work to be done.
This is my baseline. Home is comfortable and busy. Chores to follow...
31 May 2007
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We miss you here at home.
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