I think I said something ridiculous like "home is where your stuff is" upon our return from Scotland because we were both pretty worn out. And glad to be somewhere familiar. And you do have to have a place to keep your stuff, right? But . . .
Correction. Home is where your heart is.
I am reminded of a post Ross had on his blog upon returning to the States after his brief visit with us in Belgium. He noted "home" is where somebody loves you and that can be anywhere. I concur.
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