Home.

I like home.    I am lucky enough to have one.  Most people in the United States ARE fortunate enough to live in homes…. houses, apartments, abodes.

We put a lot of fuss into our physical homes… really.  The planning, building, decorating, cleaning, fixing…. and on and on.

I know I do.

Sometimes there is nothing to write home about….   But I like it there.   It is because I was Home Grown.
Which is probably why I am a homebody.  And… of course…. that would explain why I enjoy a good batch of Home Fries.  Until the Cows Come Home.

For those reasons…. Softball was one of my favorite sports.  I suspect it had a lot to do with Home Runs, and Home Plate.  And being on the Home Team.

Because there is no place like Home.

I enjoy visiting my Hometown. Often times, I will see my Home Girls there.  At school… we had Home Room.  I really felt right at home in Home Room.  I’m just glad I wasn’t Home Schooled.  On the Home Front. Or the Home Farm.

Sometimes in life… you can have Homemakers.  Other times…. Home Wreckers.  It all depends on the Home Buyer.

Well… now I am in the Home Stretch.

We have Visitors this week…. staying with us in our Home.

Visitor.   Now there is a word for you…..  I like Visitors……

“Home is not where you live, but where they understand you” -Christian Morganstern