Over the past few years, I have had a lot of different settings that have made up "home." For the first five years of my life, home was a cute little house on Lexington Street. It then changed when I came home one day to a "for sale" sign outside our house (that is the honest story- there is a picture somewhere of my brother and I trying to climb it in an attempt to take it down. Then home became a split level farmhouse across town. After high school, home became the wooden confides of cabin three and then two dorms at Bucknell and a flat in London. I have also been blessed with four living grandparents who still live in my parent's childhood homes and Natick and Atherton and our family cabin on Lake Tahoe also feel very much like a second home. 

There is a great quote "home is not a place, it's a feeling." After so many years, I have never related to this quote more. Home is more about the people and the feeling of being in a place you know the fastest routes, but mostly I think it's the place that you are surrounded by the people you love. 

Hope you are having a great weekend!

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