I'm going home

Well, to tell you the truth, I am home now. I have been at my mom's house since Tuesday night. I was only supposed to be there Tuesday night and come home Wednesday night. But I ended up staying at the hospital visiting my grandmother Wednesday and so I stayed one more night because I was so tired. Then last night I was really messed up with my allergies and I fell asleep. So tonight, I packed my car with my stuff and my doggie and came back to my lovely little apartment.

I really missed my own place. I adore my mother and her house, but it's not my home anymore and as comfortable as I am there, I still miss my place. I remember when I moved I asked her how long it would take for me to regard my own place as my home. She said at first it would seem foreign, but without realizing it would become a home instead of just four walls. I worked very hard to make my apartment a warm, comfortable environment for me and my family/friends. How to make a home is one of the many valuable lessons my mother taught me just from her example. A house is a place -- a home is a feeling.