Going home for me is not just about the weather. It isn’t even about the place or the people. It is about returning to what I have always known and feel most comfortable in. It is the feeling that I am being and not just doing. Sure, the sunshine is always welcomed and my family and friends are wonderful but their is something about sitting around the kitchen table on a Sunday and being completely and totally myself that I love. Having people around me that love that person too makes it all the better. When I am home, I feel happy, rested, restored and whole.