HOME IS WHERE THE COMFORTS ARE

A house is just a word is just a word to me.

Add kind people, furry friends, comfortable belongings, my best friend and loving partner for life

And a home is where I want to be.

A house is just a word to me.

Add a diverse town, a musical street name, friends for neighbors, a safe haven

And Willowbend Lane is where I want to be.

A house is just a word to me.

Add violet-blue, majestic mountains, snow-capped peaks, gushing waterfall rivers, a woodsy lodge retreat

And the Rocky mountains is where I want to be.

A house is just a word to me.

Add crystal blue skies, crispy, golden leafed Aspens, the spicy scent of pine trees, a babbling stream

And Colorado is where I want to be.

A house is just a word to me.

Add the tinny sound of a windmill blade blowing in the wind, the creak of wooden stairs, the screech and slap of a screen door, and silence so deafening

And the farm is where I want to be.

A house is just a word to me.

Add the roar of the ocean, the feel of gritty sand between my toes, the look of opalescent seashells in the sunlight

And the beach is where I want to be.

A house is just a word to me.

Add the roar of 75,000 screaming fans, a sea of orange and blue, the sharp scent of popcorn and beer

And the stadium is where I want to be.

A house is just a word to me.

Add crisp, air dried sheets, the mournful cooing of a morning dove, my dad's melodious voice

And Dawson Street is where I want to be.

A house is just a word to me.

Add the feel of a wet tongue, the warmth of family and friends, blissful moments of food, drink and laughter, a peaceful place to find my center

And this home is where I want to be!