You walk up the steps, turn the key, open the door and march into your sanctuary, tossing your keys and the mail non-chalantly onto the table, you peel off your coat, sit down, and breathe a deep sigh of relief as your little friend dog or cat ambles up to meet you: you are home!
Probably my favorite part of the day is my drive home from work! Leaving all the ado of work behind, and getting back to that special place where I belong! So what's the difference between going home and coming home? Well, you are "going home" even if you haven't even left yet: just having the opportunity and making the choice to do so is "going home". You have to be at least halfway there before you're coming home...
Whether you're coming back from work, a trip, visiting relatives or friends, or just running errands, what could be better than that moment that you're in for the night? When you can relax and just be you! A place to refresh and revive, a place as unique as you are. They say home is where the heart is, but really home is the place you build around your heart.
I recall years ago, when I was working the night shift and got home around midnight. That little apartment I rented in Naugatuck had some type of night-blooming flowering vine growing on the trellis beside the porch. That delicate fragrance welcomed me home each night!
Even if you've had the vacation of your life, and spent the last few weeks in wonderful surroundings with amazing people, is there anyplace like your own bed? Wendy and I honeymooned in Montego Bay, Jamaica and were sad to leave that last day. But still, when that plane touches down on the tarmac, and you find your car and jump back on the road home, what else matters?
You can dine on the finest, most sumptous meals the world has to offer in the classiest restaurants, but hey, a cup of coffee or a bowl of ice cream in your own kitchen is a whole other level of comfort! "Homeward bound: I wish I was." "Take me home, Country Road" "I feel so broke up, I wanna go home." It's the primordial, archetypal cry of the human soul. Wheresoever we journey in this world, near or far, coming home is the best part of the trip!!!
Travelling back into Connecticut from New York City and points south, we head up the Merritt Parkway across the Housatonic in Stratford....soon appears the Heroes' Tunnel, letting us know we're almost home. Forget all the rest of the drive behind us, when we pass through that tunnel, we are in our own backyard, and mere minutes from home.
Home! Drag all the bags in from the car, and drop them in the hall; we'll unpack them another time. Right now we're home! Kick off your shoes and do whatever else ya gotta do, we're home where we do what we want to do! If we want to crash on the bed and zonk out for the next five hours, who cares? We're home!
What better feeling is there?
It doesn't matter what problems, issues, bills, or business await us there, home is home.
Home is where we grow, where we live, where we heal, where we dream.
Doesn't matter if it's a house, apartment, condo or whatever: it's home.
And of all the things we love about life, I love coming home the best.
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