In lieu of crafty projects, today I'm just sharing some photos of the place I call home, the area where my family has lived for generations.What one person calls home may not be a place another person even wants to visit (just ask my husband!).
For some, "home" might not be where you grew up but where you live now.
I think a good test of "home" is whether you get a lump in your throat when you leave and/or when you return.
I know it's sappy, but I can't even watch movies about my area without getting choked up (Coal Miner's Daughter (my Granny and Loretta Lynn were born in the same place) and October Sky to name but two).
I'm sure I'll pack my bags again soon and strike off somewhere fun, but I'm also certain I'll be anxious to head for the hills at the end of my journey. My feet may land me somewhere else but my heart will always be in these mountains.