Maya Angelou once said “I long, as does every human being, to be at home where I find myself.”  No matter where I travel in this world, and no matter the wondrous sights these eyes look upon, nothing, and I do mean nothing, comes close to the feeling I get when I pull up to my little blue house in the burbs complete with a white picket fence and Christmas wreath that hangs on the door all year long. Its a beautiful thing and it never grows old. Here I am 30,000 feet in the air and all I can think about is walking through the door, kicking my shoes off in the middle of the living room (even though there will be hell to pay for this later) and finding my sweetheart in the back yard planting something pretty. Its a good life. I am thankful and no man deserves this much goodness in one lifetime. I’m coming home babe. I love you and have missed you till it hurts.