Home

I have made it to North Carolina, and I have settled in quite quickly. It seems that the last time I was here, it became home. And I really didn't notice - until I returned this time and finally felt at home. Like, for real. None of that saying it and not meaning it stuff. This is home.

Part of it is probably that all of my things have arrived, and now our kitchen is completely assembled to include everything I could possibly need to make dinners and desserts and breakfasts and everything in between. Cooking and baking has a way of making a place feel like home, doesn't it?

But really? Mr. Topolinski is what makes this home. No amount of material goods or homey-type kitchen duties could make my heart feel the way it does when we are standing together, heart to heart, in the middle of what we now consider "our house."

He called me his wife the other day. I heard him. It was unmistakable, and I swear to you, it was accompanied by strains of Mendelssohn, or perhaps Wagner. :)