Home for the weekend

It's late in New York time.
But I'm home.
And it feels so good to be home.
Home-cooked meals.
Home-made soup.
Family.
Digby Baby.
My double sized bed, fluffy warm pillows & snuggly duvet.
A massive bathroom to myself. No sharing.
And all the toiletry space in the world.
The massiveness of this suburban home,
contrasted against small, New York & Bostonian apartments
The luxury of in-house laundry.
Quiet, Peaceful Suburbia
Beautiful British Columbia
Vancouver will always be my home.
New York will probably always drive me crazy.
It's good to be home.