Going home

I love going home. It is like a mini vacation for me. Ok, a vacation. Since I don't travel much with four dogs it really is a vacation. I love being home. I love going upstairs to my room, crashing on my bed chilling out. I love sitting on the back patio listening to the birds chirp and watching the dogs chase new scents. I love being home. I wonder if my parents feel the same way about coming home in the summer time from the beach. Or I wonder if they ever miss going to the home they grew up in? How nice it is to be able to come home.