Sunshine and scribbles

I'm sitting here on the porch of my parents home that sits far and away from town. It's nearly perfect here. Really, it is. It soothes me like little else can.

When I was thirteen years old, I fought tooth and nail about moving. Now I cannot imagine where we would be, if we weren't here. It's so us. It's so who we are.

Home means peace to me. It means a place warm and comforting. Home is where we want to be. And tonight, I'm here. My family is every single part of what I hold dear. And when I'm away, I am always looking towards the next time we come back together. Back home. To the place where I grew. The place where I am certain I will always belong.

I hope this sunday evening finds you peaceful too, and belonging, and home.