Home

I went home this weekend. I don't know if you know this about me, but I love going home. Don't get me wrong, P-town is great and I love my roommates. They are the best I've ever had. But...there is just something fantastic about going home. At home, I get reminded all day every day that I am loved. I get to cuddle with the cutest six year old in the entire world. I get to sit next to my mom and watch tv, knowing that whatever we do together, it is better than doing it apart. Some of you may not agree with me. Maybe your home is not as fantastic as mine is, and if not, I'm sorry. But I truly do love my home and everyone in it, and am so grateful that they love me back. So, thank goodness for three day weekends and being able to go home.