Oh how I love my home! Hawaii is fantastic but it’s not my home.
SW and I moved in just 4 months before the cancer was ID’d. Had the diagnosis come much earlier, we may not have made the decision to buy. I love my home. I’m so glad the timing worked the way it did.
It’s funny to me the things I missed.
An easy one is my bed. I splurged and bought a ‘fantastic for me‘ temperpedic mattress when treatment began. I was going to be spending more time in bed and it was going to be comfortable.
An even easier one is my cat, Yam.
I also missed my shower. How interesting it is that my scalp is used to the pressure and flow of my shower head.
Being home, for me, is completely comforting. It might not be as warm as laying on a beach in Hawaii but the red wine really works better with the Portland climate.