home

When I think of home, I think of just a few things:

1. Family. They’re all awesome. They’re all unique and wonderful. My brother plays every instrument he can get his hands on. My sister is beautiful and has the biggest servants heart I’ve ever seen. My mom is my best friend, and my dad is an amazing source of wisdom.

2. Friends. It’s a rare moment when our house is vacant of visitors. I love having people around, and I love the fact that our house is open to whomever, whenever.

3. Music. This afternoon a couple friends came over and instantly gravitated to the banjo, guitar, and harmonica. It was lovely. I am most happy when i’m home with friends and family listening to the people I love play beautiful music. I have such talented friends who bring me much joy.

Its good to be home.