Home is where the heart is

As I write, I’m sitting at my gate in Ronald Reagan International Airport waiting for my plane to arrive to take me to a new apartment in a new town in a new state.

Even though I’ll be eating off of unfamiliar dishes and sleeping in an unfamiliar bed, I’ll be with my family, and that makes it home enough for me.

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