Home is the incessant blaring of an alarm clock at 4 a.m.

Home is sweet little notes left by Dad when he’s going to get home really late.

Home is longing to hug my mom and dad before bed without seeming like a baby.

Home is waiting ten more minutes until Dad gets home so that we can eat dinner like a family.

Home is stuffing all six of us in a cramped car when dropping Bubba off at college.

Home is crying in his room when we get home.

Home is getting a goodnight text from him every night.

Home is Dad being in Louisiana, MO, for work, Bubba being in Rolla for school, Sissy not feeling well, Mom having to take Logi to soccer, and I have to close at Harps.

Home is staying up late to finish my homework.

Home is apologizing to Sissy for keeping my light on so late.

Home is emailing my essay for Comp Class to Bubba for his opinion about it.

Home is dragging on the conversation because I realize how much I miss him.

Home is Dad leaving Louisiana a day early because he finished the roof he was working on.

Home is getting home from work, and Bubba is back for the weekend.

Home is staying in Saturday to watch a movie together.

Home is eating at the little McDonald’s before taking Bubba back to school after the weekend ends.

Home is being able to enjoy the good and move past the bad.