I've been really reluctant to refer to this place as home. Part of the reason is guilt. I worry that if I refer to KCMO as home, I'll hurt the feelings of my family and friends in my OKC home. But New Year's day, I just kept thinking how nice it would be to be home. Truly home. There's something to be said about having your own sanctuary. Not just your own bed or being surrounded by your own things, but a place that you can call yours. That's exactly what our little house has come to represent. It is 800 square feet of our very own. It is a quiet place were Chris can convalesce. It is a place where I can sleep comfortably naked between the covers. It is a place that I don't dread going to after a long day of work. It is our oasis. It's been a while since I've had that.
I love that I finally have a place to call home. But I also love that I have more than one place to call home. I am lucky to be able to have my heart spread across such a wide expanse of places, each one containing lots of love and laughter and hope.
Welcome home and Happy Love Thursday!