Home Sweet Home

As someone who has lived in the most obscure random places in the world*, the longing for a home intensifies each year.  That and the fact that I HATE moving. But then, I have yet to meet someone who gets psyched about putting all of their crap into boxes, carrying it up the inevitable 3 floors and then leaving said crap in boxes until the next move.  I digress. Home.  Where you can just be.   You can let the ugly out and it doesn’t frighten anyone.  In the past, I have mistakenly thought that home would be destination, a finally resting place.  A place where all my junk could have its own special and permanent place.  Oh, but I’ve learned that it is so much more than that.  Recently, I happened to fall into marriage most unexpectedly.