I love being home of my childhood because it still is in many ways "home". All my belongings may be gone, but it is still very much has the comforts of home.
(haha okay that's a lie I still have a bedroom closet full of my stuff)
But do you want to know what one of my favorite little things is about being home?
There is always a fresh hot pot of coffee waiting for me when I get up.
I am convinced that coffee is much better when you didn't even have to think about making it.
Or Mom...(whoever happened to make it on this fine morning)