Home is …
where the DVRs record the shows we watch.
where the bed is comfortable and we can sleep.
where the dogs are … dirt and all.
where the furniture isn’t classy, but is back-friendly and lets me put my feet up so my ankles don’t swell.
where my stuff lives.
It’s grubby. Frayed at the edges. Dusty. Full of memories, hopes and dreams. It ain’t fancy, big, or likely to impress anyone. Lots of things need fixing, replacing, painting, cleaning.