"Home, Sweet Home"

Home is a pleasurable place and there is always a sense of security when one is there. After being away for three months (and 9 days, so says the counter on the sidebar there...), yesterday felt like a dream. I was home, but I didn't believe it, I mean, I did, but it sort of felt like a dream. Like it was too good to be true (especially after the guy at the airport who was checking my luggage kept telling me, "You're going to miss your flight. You're going to miss your flight. You're going to miss your flight. You're going to miss your flight." That was not something I appreciated, especially since I was already nervous (sort of) about flying alone. XD Anyway, back to my point....home is something that I truly miss when I am in Florida. I feel sort of alone when I'm down there, since I am very big into family and being with my family. Don't get me wrong---all of the friends that I have made in Florida are wonderful and I love to hang out with all of them!---but, I miss my home when I am there. I suppose it's a transition to work with. Anyway, my Pepere (I believe I have mentioned this before in previous posts) loaned me a book to read while I am in Florida, and it is a book of inspiring quotes and poems by famous people of the past, like Seneca, and of a more modern time, like Thoreau and such. In this book ("A Light From Many Lamps") there is this poem, which I enjoyed reading very much: Home, Sweet Home Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home; A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home, home, sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home! An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain; Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again! The birds singing gayly, that come at my call -- Give me them -- and the peace of mind, dearer than all! Home, home, sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home! I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild, And feel that my mother now thinks of her child, As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door Thro' the woodbine, whose fragrance shall cheer me no more. Home, home, sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home! How sweet 'tis to sit 'neath a fond father's smile, And the caress of a mother to soothe and beguile! Let others delight mid new pleasures to roam, But give me, oh, give me, the pleasures of home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home! To thee I'll return, overburdened with care; The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there; No more from that cottage again will I roam; Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. Home, home, sweet, sweet, home! There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home! John Howard Payne