You know that old saying, "mi casa, su casa."
Totally true. I was laying in bed yesterday morning down at Michael and Maya's, warm, and comfy. One of their cats was hanging with me. She's super nice, and was very happy to snuggle up to me.
I had this lovely moment of feeling very at home, there. It was great.
Later that day I got on my way, and drove back home to Virginia. When I got home, Missy was there, and Richard too, and we all cuddled in bed and watched Big Hero 6. (I've seen it lots and lots, it was Richard's first time.)
It felt good to be home. There's no place like your own house, right?
I'm really very lucky to be able to feel so comfortable and welcome both places.