Home.

I have never had a longing for Home like this. The feeling was merely acceptance of another item on the adult to-do list, of which I burned last week, how convenient...

The longing has come so strong I can nearly taste it in my mouth. This home was not the one I was expecting, not the one I thought i'd have as a child, but a H-O-M-E of this woman who writes to you today. 

They always say in relationships how sometimes the candidate who looks good on paper, is "nice as can be," your family loves them, and you would be crazy to leave, is the one you should absolutely leave. Why else would you be reviewing their stinkin' qualifications over and over? I think it's the same with a home. No matter how great it is, close to the freeway and market, in a good school district, projected to increase in value, blah blah blah... only you know deep down if it is "the one". 

A home has began to pull be towards it. Although not yet met in physical reality, I feel it tease me in my dreams and quiet moments. An attraction so powerful I often find myself with my eyes closed waiting for it to come. The fresh air blowing through it's windows is such sweet nectar it brings me to my knees. The kitchen caresses me in it's cozy nooks with warm meals and late night delicacies. I see trees and the richness of my sweat filled soil sprouting up vegetables in abundance for our neighbors. 

He lives nowhere near the schools, it might take me all morning to reach the congestion of the nearest city, and everyone thinks I am crazy. But I don't need any of that right now. All I need is a place I love just as much as it loves me. As I sit on my porch and look out over Earth, my cup runneth over...

I am Home.