where is home.

it is something i have been thinking of often recently.

is this new house home? will the fireplace keep us warm for years? will our kids take their first steps on this hardwood floor? will life and death occur while we live here? is this home?

where is home.

to me it is where i feel free, and i feel like i belong.

it is where there is only love, no curses, only blessings.

it is a place where i should be, where i belong, where i one day plan to live again.

where i can wake up and smell the water, go to sleep listening to the frogs, and the waves. i do not think anywhere else will ever be home, because no where else will i want to grow old.

so i will love this new house, and treat it well, and await the day...

that we return home.