Sorry I’ve been so quiet lately. We finally moved into our house and I’ve been buried under boxes—it took me nearly three days just to get the kitchen in order. Plus, I always forget how much time it takes to make address changes, update insurance policies, get a new driver’s license, and on and on…
There’s a part in the movie Joe Dirt where the old Cajun man tells Joe, “Home is where you make it.” Of course, Joe misunderstands to (dubious) comic effect, but the old guy has a point. In the military, we say “Home is where the Air Force/Army/Navy/Marines/Coast Guard sends you.” Right now in the middle
I’m over at Everybody Needs a Little Romance today talking about what home means to me. How do you know when you’re home? Come share. Happy Friday!