Just click your heels together three times

and say "There's no place like home. There's no place like home."

It is a rather glorious thing to be home. Five people plus a dog for a whole week was lovely and got really hard there at the end; that was when we squeezed into a car for two days. But now I am home. And even if it's not a nice as my parents' place, it's my place with my stuff. It's not having to feel like you're in someone else's kitchen trying to cook but not knowing where all the supplies you need are.