home, where my thoughts escape me- home, where the music's playing!

How like a shining beacon, ordinary, and comforting does my home seem now. I tell myself it's weird that before I thought it was such a horrible place, a pretty prison, and now I long for my house like no other. The beauty of our back porch, the pond, my dogs running through the sunlight beaming through the trees, the smell, the fresh air, the rain, the different colors of gray clouds, the different trees, the birds singing, the bloody neighbor dogs barking, spencer's butte, gorgeous sunrises, sunsets..... peace, bliss, happiness, Oregon, hippies, trees! Home how I miss thee.