There is just something about coming home that is special. Whether it is the family fellowship or the discovery that your cousin is dating someone twice her age; it's just something special.
Today is no different. I was doing some work in the dining room when I hear a lot of loud noises coming from the basement. I don't live here anymore, so I diligently go to investigate. What I find, is about par for the course: My father is running on the treadmill in what amounts to 'boxer-briefs' and has turned the stereo up to near deafening levels while he sings along with the ABBA CD that is playing one of the many hits from Mamma Mia.
I love coming home.
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