Home

"Where we love is home; home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts."(Oliver Wendell Holmes)

I’ve thought about this quote for years, especially when we’ve moved and left homes and places and friends we’ve loved. And as we’ve been without our own home for the last two years and had most of our stuff in storage (while living with Jon’s dad until he passed away this summer), the word "home" has taken on new meaning. It’s not just a roof over our heads, though that’s a blessing. Home is really where our people and our hearts are. Home is where memories are made. Home is among the kindness of friends, old and new. Home is with each other (usually on the road these days).

Someday we’ll have a home again, but until then I’m holding "home" in my heart and taking it with us wherever we go.