there's nothing quite like returning home after being away even if you've only been gone a few days. after spending two weekends away from home, i breathed a happy and satisfied sigh of relief as i walked in through the front door this afternoon. my house may not be the tidiest, most glamourous, or even nicest, but it's home to me. and the comfort of home just can't be matched anywhere else.
i always knew i was a home girl at heart. :)
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The fact that my room isn't tidy is what makes it home to me! it's a mess but it's MY mess. I think if there was an interpretive dancer that could explain my mindset, it would be David Elsewhere
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