Where is home?

And homecoming becomes

ever more poignantly heartwarming, 

I am home . . . sitting quietly, drinking my coffee and listening to the sounds outside my open window. Fall has descended and having just returned from a trip to see my family . . . I am content in my home. Travel brings discovery and stress in equal measure, a concoction of feelings I thirst for. But the stresses inflict pain upon my aging body that cannot be ignored.