Sometimes Home Is A Person

Home Is Where The Heart Is

greta rybus, worn leather jackets and bag hanging on a simple white peg board in a maine seaside cottage

Or maybe it is where we hang our hat, or coat, or any of the numerous bags we all tote from work and school.  Maybe it is where we grab that piece of toast that’s not quite done because we are late running out the door.  Maybe it is the bathtub we’d love to be soaking in if it was not full of all the kid’s toys.  Regardless of what our houses look like, they are our homes simply because of the people in them.

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