It's good to be home.
As I've said before, I was brought up as a military brat. Because of all of the moves we've made, I've never felt like I had a hometown. Sure, each place we've lived has a special place in my heart and each has helped shape the person I've become but none has that feeling... that feeling of belonging, of connecting whole-heartedly that I know must come from growing up in one place, of having shared experiences with friends you've known since kindergarten.
But home will always be where the folks are and it's good to be here.
Sorry, no picture with this post. If you're with family, go give them a hug. If you're not, call them and give them your love.