Missing Home

I’m looking after my girlfriend’s little dog this weekend, and poor l’il Pippa is wondering where her person went. 

I know how Pippa feels. I was often  (ridiculously) homesick when I was growing up. I just liked my own home and my mom’s cooking. Even an afternoon away was long enough for me. Maybe that comes with being a part of a big family. When you’re away, you really miss it.

Now that I’m way past grown, I have to say, things haven’t changed that much. I STILL love to be in my own home, with my own things, and my own routines.  Oh, a holiday is nice, but being home is where it’s at for me.

How about you?