This is home for me. My dad gets upset when I say I'm going "home" and I mean my apartment in the big city. To him (and me) this is my home and always will be. My great-great grandfather built it in the late 1880's. I'm the 5th generation to have lived in this house. That says something, I think.
This is the song that's making everyone think of home. Nice job Miranda... all I needed was one more distraction when I'm driving down the highway. I tear up every time I hear it.
I'm going home this weekend to help work in the garden, hang out with my nieces and celebrate my cousin's wedding. I'm looking forward to going home!
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