Feels Like Home

Home: such a simple word belying vast emotional complexity.

What is home?

Home is where you are
                  can be yourself
                  drop your anchor
                  expect to find it
                  feel safe and loved
                  hang your hat
                  lay your head
              you're happy
Home is where the heart is

What is home to me? I think of home and I think of

hot pancakes on cold winter mornings
books hoarded in every nook and cranny
cat in my lap
coffee in my cup
music on the radio

But it’s not. At least, not necessarily.

Like Sheldon on Big Bang Theory, I have My Spot:

My Spot 1

My Spot is Home.

With cat and coffee and books and music and yes, with pancakes.


Just don’t leave them unattended around the cat.

Pictured are my house-famous crunchy peanut butter, strawberry rhubarb jam, Nutella, maple syrup, and butter pancakes. Yeah, they’re that good!


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