The holiday lie

Oh there’s no place like home for the holidays,
‘Cause no matter how far away you roam
If you want to be happy in a million ways,
For the holidays – you can’t beat home, sweet home

If this were true – no one would go anywhere.
We’d all just stay at home.
We wouldn’t drive for miles and miles away from home to go to someone else’s house. Even if that house used to be the place you called home, it isn’t anymore.

I’m never as comfortable anywhere as I am when I’m home. My home, with my smells and my temperature and my sheets and pillow and mattress.  My food in the fridge, my towels on the rack.

Home is where one chooses to be everyday – with the person or people one chooses to share their home with.

I never get to be ‘home for the holidays.’
If I stayed home, my family would disown me.