Three Homes, Three Years
As I go about my day-off morning routine, I am awash with the joy of being home. Heck, I’m awash with the joy of actually HAVING a home. Off in the distance I can hear the train whistle, as I finish my morning coffee, and wonder how I’m going to spend the day. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I’ve ever been … Continue reading Three Homes, Three Years