Home is such a powerful word with such interpreted meaning...
I'm laying here in my bed listening to the pitter-patter of rain gently falling against my window: contentment. But there was once a time when wind gave me that same sense of serenity and security....and now it's changed. Bellingham is my home now, where rain is a typical occurrence, the sound tells me that I'm home...it tells me I'm safe.
Many say that the home is where the heart is....but part of my heart is still in TC...she just hasn't moved yet :)
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