I’m trying to do this November daily blogging thing . . . but the Beckster is feeling neglected, so I’m trying to figure out a way to do this and yet still have quality time . . .

Thought for the day: I’m realizing that, although I may have a preference for a certain city, or a reason to dislike another town or city, the truth of it is that “home” has way more to do with the people around me than with the physical location . . .

Even as hard as it is to have friends–and therefore pieces of my heart–in different places, I realize that I am beyond blessed because I have so many people that I consider “home”.

(yeah, these one-a-day posts might not be the highest quality . . . but I keep telling myself that it’s a discipline, and that practice makes, if not perfect, at least . . . hmmm. Practice makes blog stats!? yeah. that’s it.)