A Home of My Own

Today I am grateful for a home to live in.

As most of you know, my family recently

left our home in SL and headed south.

It was hard to leave the home we had spent

the last 7 years in.  It made us all

a little sad, a little lonely, longing

for the familiar-ness of our old home.

But we found a house

we like well enough.

I dare say it is even

starting to feel like home!

When I start to complain

about what my house DOESN'T have, I try

to remember I am lucky to have

somewhere to lay my head at night

(and it has indoor plumbing - see this post...)

My home is good to me. It puts up with my

endless vacuuming. It stores all of my

crazy "stuff" and keeps me warm. It

lets me walk around in my undies, if I

so choose to do. It doesn't care

what I look like or what I wear.

So for today, I am grateful to have a home!