Home Sweet Home.
How good is it to just be home sometimes? No matter how much I love to travel, there is always something so refreshing and relaxing about coming home. I never used to understand why my mom would clean and clean and clean right before a vacation. I used to think to myself, we won't even be here, why are you frantically running around dusting and cleaning? Years later, I have come to see that coming home to a clean house is a sigh of relief. The crazy thing about living here is that I have gotten off at this same exit for years and years, but it feels so much different now. This used to be the exit for Penns Landing or South Street, or a nice out in Old City, a fun night with the girls, concerts or ice skating... but now, its my "we are almost home" exit. I love that in years to come, my exit for home may be somewhere different, but what makes my home, my home, will never change.
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