I had Dear Hubby take this photo of our house this morning. I am feeling too sick to venture very far from the comforts of the living room. This was taken just as the sun was coming up, casting its golden glow over the bricks and rock on the front of the house.
It came to me recently just how much this lovely little house has truly become "home".
On Thursday Dear Hubby and I had dinner at a restaurant out of town. And not even half an hour later I was beginning to feel quite poorly. To make matters worse, we were several miles from home. All during the ride back all I thought was, "I can't wait to get home!" To my bed. To my pillows.
And as we were driving along it occurred to me.
There was no thought of Portland as home any more. Not even remotely.
Here is my home.
My comfort zone.
The only place I wanted to be.