The thing I love about home most is whenever I come back, even if I've been gone for five months - or last year when I was gone for six- no matter what, it feels as though I never left at all. That's what defines home, at least for me. It's the place where you feel comfortable and feel as though you belong no matter how long you've been away. As soon as I walked in the door I noticed it smells the same. And not even smells the same, it feels the same - as in the energy thing. It's the same temperature - cool enough to wear a hoodie and sweatpants inside but not so cold that you're uncomfortable when you step out of the shower. The light streams through the family room windows the same. My mom's foot steps echo down the hallway in the same pitch. My favorite spot on the couch still collapses in, and my overstuffed pillows still provide the perfect back rest. When my dad opens and closes the back door it still gets stuck in the same spot, causing him to have ...
I like geography best because mountains & rivers know the secret: Pay no attention to boundaries.