There’s just something about comfort… comfort anything. Comfort food. Comfort medicine. The comfort of being home.
Having been away from home for a while, it feels good to be lying in my own bed and listening to country music from the 2000s that I can sing along to. I have both pups with me, in my childhood home.
It’s funny how many different things provide us comfort, and they do it in different ways.
It’s comforting to be with my hubby. It’s comforting to be with his family.
It’s comforting to be home and know that nothing has changed.
Tara, one of the main constants of my life, is comforting.
Some things never change.
But most other things do.