What is a home? A building? A city? A state?... for me my home is my husband... I am now home!! I know - sounds corny - but for the last couple years I have felt this way. He would give me a hug and I would sigh and say 'I'm home'. Maybe I was preparing myself for this adventure where we don't have a 'building' anymore... well not really anyway. The building is now my daughter, her husband and their child's home. We have a room there with our stuff in it. Home is where my heart is - and that is with my husband <contented sigh> Through all of the training and the separation I have learned that I CAN do things on my own. I am ABLE to do them. I have more self confidence and a higher self esteem after this period of time, but I have also come to the conclusion that if I don't HAVE to be separated from him - I don't WANT to be separated from him!! This period of time though has brought a new appreciation for my husband. As I posted before, I got some cellulitis going on. I was doing on my own, but it sure is nicer to have him here. Some one to care that I put my leg up, to make sure I have something to drink handy, to make comforting sounds and a hug when this left leg of mine hurts like hell. All I can take for it is tylenol and asprin... they do drug screens and if I'm going to be driving soon, I don't want any type of narcotic in my system. So yeah - there is some serious pain with this, this time. So right now - we are in the same room, both on our computers - but we are together!! IF we get a different truck with a bigger sleeper/storage area - yeah that would be great - but if not, we'll adapt. Yeah it would be great if this leg of mine got better over night, but I won't hold my breath (soon would be good though!!). However I am content because I am HOME!!