I arrived home last night. Mom, dad, and Jar were actually all at the airport to greet me. By the time we got back to the house, I was exhausted... but from the moment I walked through the front door I felt a sigh of relief. I don't know if it's the way my mom decorates, the wonderful smell of yankee candles in each room, or the memories I have of doing pirouettes across the kitchen floor... but it's home. It's the one place in the world where I can fall apart without worrying about how to pick myself up, the one place in the world where I can screw up to no end and I will still be loved, the one place in the world where I just don't worry period. I can let it all out... regroup. Don't get me wrong, I'd LOOOOOVE me some million dollar vacation... but when I need to escape, when I need to refocus, when I need to figure things out... there's no better place.
We all have our faults. My family can drive me insane! But my mom, dad, and brother are my world. I can't live without them. We have all been through hell and pulled each other out. We're not a large family. There's four of us... and there always has been. But we're strong for that. We have this bond between us that is unimaginable. We're almost like our own little mafia :-) You don't mess with a Bishop or you have to deal with the other three.
This house is my home. It always will be... but more so, this family is my home. Whether we're in Boston, New Hampshire, Maine, Florida, wherever we are... when I am with them, I am home. I cannot thank my lucky stars enough. I don't know where I'll be tomorrow or the day after that... but one thing I do know is that home will never be far away. Even if I end up over the rainbow... in a place called OZ... I know all I have to do is pick up the phone and I will be home. Because home is my family... not a foundation, not a place. And one thing's for damn sure... there really is NO place like home.
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