Well, I'm back home. Back from visiting home.
Our home moves. Home is not in the same spot where I left it. It will not be in this spot tomorrow.
It is always good to go home. And great to come back home.
I left home last week to go home for my mom's funeral. A week at home with my wonderful father.
The flight back was uneventful. As it should be.
I found the car. Easy to spot with a yellow and a blue kayak on top. I drove to the liquor store for provisions and headed down the road to where home is (was?).
Chris and Odie were glad to see me. Almost as glad as I was to be home.