Tuesday, July 26, 2011


"Home, I learned, can be anywhere you make it. Home is also the place to which you come back again and again." — Margaret Mead

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To me, home is where ever Hubby Dearest and Darling Daughter are. It's where MyMama and MyDaddy dwell. It's where I can be with Bubba, Packer and the nephews. It's where I can live with MyGayla in all of our memories. It's also where Hubby's clan gathers and where our Chosen Family kicks it. If I can feel at home in all these places, then why do I feel like a ship at sea adrift without a destination on most days? I think that is depression...knowing without a doubt you are loved and wanted yet still feeling lonely and unfocused. It's wanting so much and not wanting anything all at the same time. It's also a lack of some hormone (serotonin, noradrenaline or dopamine).

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