Welcome Home!

It's funny how that home changes meaning throughout the years, but still can retain a glimse of the original meaning at the same time

I've thought about this all day today as I drove off to spend this holiday with those I love and know return love, unconditionally.

Home to me has been an ever changing and evolving thing. Home, no matter how scary or uncomfortable has always, ironically, gave me that comfortable feeling that is nearly impossible to translate into words.

In my life, I find the feeling of home to be close to those you care for, while feeling that indescribable security. I have that feeling when Dante puts his arm around me just when I need him to. When Rachel calls from london exactly when I need to talk. When my sister remembers and reminds me of being kids, when we would laugh and play, regardless of other distractions, when my mother gives me her look of peaceful disconnection, and when my grandmother looks at me with her long lived wisdom...that wisdom that clearly tells me she knows what I am going through...every step of the way.

Home follows you. It is not a place, or a person...It is a feeling. One like no other.

Happy Thanksgiving ..... my list of reasons to be thankful is beyond endless