Originally posted on Facebook HERE
We’re back. Vacation was awesome. Always good to get away a couple times a year. But it’s equally nice to get home as well, right? Home should feel good. When you think of “home”, to me anyway – you heart should stir a little. I love our house. I love being home. I’ve lived in many different homes in my lifetime, too – in many different cities as well. But wherever home was, as far back as I can remember, it always felt kind of similar. A great place to be. Safe. Welcoming. I can’t imagine living any other way. I’m very grateful that I basically never had to, because I know that’s not the case for everyone. Vacations can be a good way to see what else the world has to offer. We’ve been all over the world – Barbados, Bora Bora, Indonesia, Russia, Italy, Canary Islands… to name a few. I love traveling, meeting new people, seeing what their culture is like. Some of the happiest people we’ve met while we traveled were in the poorest countries. Barbados was especially eye opening to me. If you drove through the town to see how they lived it would be considered squalor by most US standards, and basically everyone we met was happy. Because happiness has nothing to do with material things… it’s an inside job. It’s more about how you look at things than the things you have to look at. Having a safe and loving home is a great place to start. It should never be a bad thing to come home.
