May 14, 2010

I miss having my house so much that when I saw one of the photos we took last summer of it pop up on the screensaver, I opened the entire folder and had to look at all of them. The reason for the photos in the first place were to post on Craigslist to find a renter. Our entire trip depended on it. But now that we're back and after shuffling between 4 sets of parents houses, as well as camping in the back of the truck, I'm ready to move back in, have a place of our own, live out of a closet, not a suitcase. I never thought how much I would miss having a home. Not that we're not welcome anywhere we've been, but its just not the same. I miss having my stuff at my discretion. I miss my yoga pants, my fleece fuzzy jacket, my bed, my kitchen. Yes, all of this stuff is exactly that, stuff. I'm going to admit it, though. I like my stuff and I want a place to put my stuff.

I'm going to click my heels three times...there's no place like home...there's no place like home!