Made it home last night after being gone for a week.  Driving in just before midnight I could feel the warm air breathing on me and I loved it.  As I made the last few miles home I rolled the window down and Courtney popped out her head and let her ears flap happily as we drove into the garage.  I have only lived her for 2 years, but this is home to me.  I love asking the question what is home to you?  What are the things that you need to make a house a home?  Is it necessarily about location or things?  I move out of my “home” next month into another desert location, but to me as long as I am right where I need to be that is home to me.  Today in my writing I examined when my heart feels at home.  What are the things I absolutely need in my life to make me feel at “home.”  Think and write about your “home.”