Good Monday Morning!

Well Hello out there!
I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend. I did! My wife and I went to see my sister who lives three hours away. My mother decided to go along for the ride, so this meant it was me, my wife, my mother and my three children. Two of which are still in carseats. Thankfully my mother let us use her quad cab truck, considering all we have is our little Saturn. (totally not my fault because of me wrecking our Dodge Caravan!) So we all packed into the truck. The ride was actually not that bad. The boy got a little fussy by the end but overall the kids were content. Seeing my sis and her family was good and we had a fun time, but it's always nice to go home.
So here it is, Home.......that one thing in life that is unequavelant to anything. When your young your home is your parents. The one safe place you can always count on. You were comfortable there in your element. It was your cocoon. At times it was your escape. Your room was that safe place you could fall and not get hurt or mend your wounds. The thing is, it was your's.......
The problem obviously became growing up and moving out. I took much longer than most die at this particular step in life. I enjoyed the comforts of "home" and didn't want to leave it. Yet as everyone does, so did I. It took many years of wandering and loitering(seriously, who ever would let me stay at their house or apt. that night, I was there.) before I finally got a place of my own, own. November 2000. My first place with my future wife. It was our home. Before long we started making it our home. We got married living in that apartment, we found out very shortly after we were married we were going to be parents. It was definitely our home. Then we shortly had to move to a new home. We rented a small(I'm embelishing way too much) this place was tiny. We could however afford it. So there we were new family in tow and we outgrew by the time we were moved in. Home number 4(whoever is keeping track) was about to be establised. This time it was a two bedroom town home that both my wife and I really liked. Infact we ended up living there for nearly five years. Memories(real ones) were made there. My oldest's first steps, my second daughter's birth. Like I said, real memories. This However was still not right.
November 2006, we bought the home we live in today. It's safe to say this is our home. We all love it. Now we get to make memories for our children like we had growing up. Running downstairs Christmas morning to see what Santa left for us. Trick or treating on Halloween. Learning how to ride bikes, first stiches, falling off the porch, and pretty much everything else.. Whether I'm feeling very nostalgic or not, one things for sure. There is nothing like HOME.......