There's something I really really love about coming home at the end of a long, eventful weekend at the beach. To walk in my door, to see the evening light and familiar lights from the neighbors outside. To smell my home as our sweaty, beach bodies wander through, wearily. Something about it...something I love so much.
Home. The older you get, the more you realize it's not where your home is, what it even looks like, as long as you feel safe and comfortable, it's home.