A Place Called Home

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I got a new to me 2016 car recently and the activation of the phone book is voice controlled.  My old car had a list of preset favourites that you just punched, but now I find myself talking to my car and my most used command is: “dial Home”.  After I say that it shows me a list and asks me to verify the line number, which I do.  The next part is what I am highlighting. As it just says “Home”  my car says: “dialing home, home”  and I could be imagining it, but there seems to be a pause between the repeating of home and home that makes me feel like the car is pausing to reflect on the word.  This in turn causes me to pause also and take moment to reflect on all the comforts of home.  Home……home, the place where my favourite people are, my comfy chair, my pets, my memories, my photos, my gardens, my stuff.   Home ……home, the place where I land most days, where I can rest a little, host family and friends and recharge.  Home…. Home, a place that I often take for granted and after a busy day sometimes get more cranky than grateful.  Home …..home, the number I dial when I want to talk to my favourite people to tell them I am on my way to them or check in on the day.  My anchor, my launch pad, my safe place, my comfortable oasis, and most appreciated destination.  It is my greatest hope that everyone  has a place that they can call home…..home, and that you get to make a connection with it  often and that makes each day brighter and easier to navigate.

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