Home Is Where The Heart Is

I've been giving a lot of thought about the word "home" lately.  I met our new neighbors last night and mentioned I would be going "home" for a short while.  Someone asked me about my travel plans and without thinking I said I was going "home".  "Home to Washington, then home to Idaho and home to Florida.  After which I'll return to my home in Guam."  You're probably thinking "Why does she consider all these places home?"

Hear me out.  What if I'm like Voldemort?  What if pieces of my heart and soul are scattered throughout the states and instead of horcruxes, they're actually people?  Plus I have a nose and I'm not trying to kill any teen wizards.  So I have that going for me.  Plus I rather like my nose.

It makes sense right?  Because home is where your heart is and my heart happens to be all over the place.

Home is flying across oceans to be with your best friend because she needs you and you need her.  It's watching movies and drinking hot chocolate with lots of marshmallows, to help cope with life's unfairness.

Home is where you grew up, where your cherished friends and childhood remains. Memories abound, not always good but mostly wonderful.

Home is where your parents, sisters, niece, nephew, grandmother, aunts, uncles and cousins are.  Where your niece has dubbed you "weechle" and says she misses you on her own accord.  Your family will put up with your crazy notions because they love you.

Home is Monsters, Midget, Sunshine and the Snagglepooch are.  Monsters and Midgets you've seen grow up before your very eyes, start school and become young women.  It's also where you have experienced loss and excruciating pain beyond belief but you were never alone, not for a second

And finally, last but definitely not least, home is where I get to wake up next to the man of my dreams, get my hands nibbled on obnoxiously by my fur children and where I recharge my batteries so I can be ready for anything that life throws at me.  I get to be obnoxious, silly and apologize when I'm being an ass.  I get to feel real, deep love and devotion that I thought only existed in the greatest romances novels of our time.

That's where my home is.

Xoxo
Riley Writes