Home is a funny concept. We all know what it feels like, but no one can define it.
It’s not a building with a front lawn and a wood porch.
It’s not where the home fries burn and omelets come out perfectly.
It’s not where you can watch endless hours of crappy Bravo TV reality shows and still feel good about yourself(though that’s about as close as you’ll get).
It’s not about the ice cream maker just begging to be used through Summer.
It’s not about the back roads with hayfields, ice cream stands and cattle.
It’s not where there’s always a stack of cinnamon no-grain pancakes waiting for you in the morning.
It’s not where you can walk down the street and have everybody know your name.
Lady Antebellum says it best: Home is where the chocolate heart is.
I agree with Lady Antebellum 🙂
I agree, though chocolate is nice too. 😉
Aw, cute post 😀
welcome home, evan!
it feels like just yesterday that you were going home for summer vacay last year..wow, time flies!
Amen.
Chocolate. Definitely Chocolate. 🙂
Beautiful post.