My Old Kentucky Home

Being home is so great, but so strange at the same time. Almost surreal. This isn't even the house I grew up in (my parents moved in December of 2000), but just because it's the place where my parents live (and Rudy, our dachsund, too), it totally feels like home. I got in bed last night, and I couldn't even fall asleep because I kept grinning about how wonderful it is to be here.