homeward bound

    Home for me is Wisconsin. It's the land of cheese, feisty Packer fans, and plenty of beer. Wisconsiners are, for the most part, some of the most down-to-earth people you'll meet, and whether you need another batch of batter-fried cheese curds, or a helping hand when your car inevitably slides off a wintry road, a Wisconsiner won't fail you.
    More importantly, though, I'm returning to my home, to a beautiful house, at the top of what is, I'm sure, a dauntingly icy driveway, where a fat, old beagle and a sleepy cat await.

Honoria Glossup, my sassy cat.

Bertie, our fat and loveable beagle. 

 It's time to go home, hug my parents and siblings, hold babies, read books in front of a cozy wood stove, and just breathe in the delicious, familiar scents that come with a place well known to me. Goodbye New England, it's been grand. I'll be back in January, but for now, I'm homeward bound.