Moving back was even more difficult than I ever thought it would be. There was death, broken promises, unemployment, drug addiction, a runaway child....so many hard things that I couldn't help but feel like we had made a terrible mistake moving back here.
And that thought, those feelings lasted until a year ago when I finally decided that it wasn't where I was or what house I lived in that made it home, but who I was with, who filled the rooms with laughter, love and blessings.
It was frustrating that it took 6 years for us to be able to change the furniture, the layout, the decor of the house we are renting. It just never felt like we belonged.
But, now that we have brought a little bit of ourselves into this house, it finally feels more like home.
And I love being home more than other place in the whole world.
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