OK. I know I say this every dang time I get home from a trip, but here it is… once again… just for the record.

I am a homebody. With a capital H. Big surprise. Second verse, same as the first.

They say courage is the power to let go of the familiar. But they also say… “There’e no place like home. There’s no place like home.” I lean toward the latter.

Don’t get me wrong. I love to travel, and explore, and experience. To every corner of the earth… one cannot help but wonder what this glorious world might have to offer. I know I do. Yes. Utah was a great trip indeed…. probably one of my favorite vacations that we’ve ever taken. Uplifting.

But when this old gal gets back on familiar ground… it feels just like…. coming home.

Well, technically, it IS coming home. Let me try another analogy.

It is probably how peanut butter feels… when it meets jelly.
When eggs find bacon.
Like key meets lock. Moth to a light. Salt with Pepper. Needle and Thread.
Like flies on shi……. well, let’s just stop there. That’s not such a great example.

Coming home. You know how when someone wins the Super Bowl & the reporter asks them… “Hey Joe Quarterback. You just won the Super Bowl. Now what are you going to do?” And the mega-star-athlete says “I’m going to Disney World.” Well… I know what I would say…”I’m going Home!”

It is the love that you feel when you walk through the door.
The people that have missed you and are glad you’ve returned.
The hearts that have kept a place for you… and welcome you in.

Yes. But as many times as the phrase has been used…

Ultimately….
“Home is where the heart is.”

Where ever you go.