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I'm fortunate enough to be able to travel for the holidays and so on, but the one thing about traveling is that it never really feels like home. To me home is a place i can go back to and find my room mates wondering about in their bras and panties and find the kitchen and bathroom a mess, so i clean the entire house and i don't know why but it seems to bring everyone together. The 3 of us sitting in our bras and panties in the living room watching Christmas movies all year long sippin' on hot cocoa and making festive Christmas cookies. That's my home. It can drive me crazy sometimes but home is truly where the heart is, because at the end of the day i get to retire to my room and sleep in my warm cozy bed only to wake up the next morning and do it all over again. We have fun, we laugh nonstop some people think we are drunk but in reality we're just laughing because it's fun and god for you. A smile and sounds of laughter is better than a million bucks. I finally know the meaning of " It feels like home to me." emotion_c8