Home is where...

Phew. We're home. By "home", I mean in Maryland- not Southern California. It's weird that I usually mean California and not Maryland when I say "home". "Home" is should be where my husband, kids, house, dog and daily life are... It shouldn't be the place that I grew up or where my extended family is or where the weather is some of the best in the world....

Does it ever change? Will I ever mean XYZ city in ABC state when I say "home" or will I always mean Southern California?

Maybe it's because through the military lifestyle, we don't ever stay in one place very long. Maybe it's because wherever we land there is always the immediate threat of having to leave again soon. Maybe it's because I hate not being able to watch my nieces and nephews grow up.

Whatever it is, home needs to be wherever we are. I need to remember that. Home is wherever we are. Together.

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