Home is Where the Heart Is

Sometimes I find myself missing our house in town.

The house where I could keep the floors clean

because we had sidewalks and paved drives.

The house where I had picked out every paint color, floor covering, counter top 

and light fixture.  And everything matched!

The house where I could walk to the corner store if I had to.

Four years ago this week, we sold that house and bought a quirky home in the country that someone else built.  And, in my opinion, very little matches!

I never seem to linger on my thoughts of missing that house in town too long though

because I quickly remember this home is where I hear our duck quacking 

and splashing outside my window.

Where I have wildflowers in my front yard.

Where I don't have an HOA telling me what I can and can't do.

Where I have room to roam and room to breathe.

And where I have pets that feed me breakfast. :-)

Home is where the heart is.  And my heart is certainly right here.