I have lived in many places, a nomadic childhood that bled into...

I have lived in many places, a nomadic childhood that bled into a wandering adul…ok I am still a child, but no single place has ever felt like home but this. No place will ever feel like home but this. Perhaps home is where your soul sleeps soundly, perhaps it’s who it sleeps soundly with. I know now, I am home. Although I just must admit, it doesn’t hurt when this is the front porch view. I swear the wind whispered, welcome, welcome home.