Do you have a home that was home for a long time while you were growing up? A place that when you think of childhood, you think of very specific streets where you use to ride your bike? I do. I grew up in one town my entire childhood, so for me it is not hard to quickly go back to those familiar places in my mind; and this past week we went back there in real life. My kids got to play with cousins, nanas, and papas...something they do not get to do very often. But just like I always feel, pulling back up in my driveway after being away feels good. It's the "new home" for me and the only home my kids know, and I like that. I like that they miss home while they are away, and that as they stretch while stepping out of the car after the long trip back they have smiles on their faces. It's good to be home.