Home is where the heart is

March 28, 2007 at 6:19 am (family, home)

I love visiting my family. It’s such a nice way to unwind. I don’t have to think, explain, discuss, engage, or any of those other things I do everywhere else. I can just sit and stare at a wall if I wanted to.
I don’t, of course, because in my family there’s never a quiet moment. It’s the nosiest, most raucous place I know and I love it. Everyone talks and everyone thinks their story is most important. I usually only stay for a few hours so there’s always a mad dash to get stories in first and the battle for talk-time grows more ferocious as the clock continues ticking.
I can’t imagine living in my parental home ever again; it’s been too long since I’ve been living alone. But I will always come back here time after time. You know what they say about home being where the heart is.

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