Good to be home

It is so good coming home.
It is fun to be away and be with family and friends, but there is that "homebody" inside that relies on the daily schedule that home brings. I am glad to be home. For whatever little time we have left here, in this home.
It is interesting how a home can turn into "not a home" in a matter of 4 days.
Without the presence of kids (ie: clutter) and meals (ie: yummy smells) and only a dog and a husband/father, the home became a house. Just a structure to withhold the elements. It seemed to "stink" of nothing! The bedrooms were immaculate and the game room spic and span. The flowers I lovingly cut and placed into the vases in the kitchen and bathroom, were wilting and dying all over the place!