Where it smells like home.
Where it's okay to walk around in boxers.
Where you can throw clothes and the floor and it magically disappears.
Where the dishes magically wash themselves.
Where you meet friends grocery shopping (YAY THOMAS).
Where the bottled water is Poland Springs.
Where we use real drums for worship!
Where I get to wake Iris up as she sleeps into the afternoon.
Where all the people you see at the gym are guidos.
Where there's soooo much food I can't help but get fat.
I love home.
Yes, I just basically created a list and called it a poem. The main reason is simply that "home" rhymes with "poem". Win.
[I will be adding to this list as I think of more stuff.]
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