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.
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| Honoria Glossup, my sassy cat. |
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| Bertie, our fat and loveable beagle. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
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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.
