Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

For the second time in two weeks, we’re home.  I wrote about the first return (See November 14, 2013) by sharing others’ thoughts on the meaning of home. This time, I’m adding my own.

Home is where your special stuff is.  For me that includes my piano that can never travel with us; our artwork, our photo albums, my office that reminds me of Pooh Corners, and – frequently – my husband.

I leave in the morning on a business trip to New York City and return to my stuff one more time on Sunday evening if the airlines cooperate.