There's no place like home

I took two days off work last week to visit the folks in the country. It’s been a while since I’ve been home, so long the dogs have just about forgotten me, silly mongrels. It’s been fifteen years since I’ve left the nest but it still feels like home whenever I visit. My room is frozen in time and I have the tendency to momentarily forget that I’m a grown man with my own bills and responsibilities. I did my usual rituals like looking through the family albums and basking in the glory of a packed refrigerator. It was good to catch up with the folks, telephone conversations have their limitations. I really need to do this more often, I must make the time. It’s good to know there’s a familiar place that you can retreat to where you’re comfortable being yourself and the love is truly unconditional. “Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name, and they're always glad you came.”