This past week I have been busy making our new apartment in Boston to feel like home. Home... if you were to ask me, I can close my eyes and think of our house in Wichita. We built that house with our dreams in mind. The location, schools, church, friends and even our family is within a few hours drive. Now I look around this tiny apartment and see... boxes, toys, donated furniture, NO AC and the world's smallest garage. But then something gets my attention. Something pulls at me and I don't see those inconveniences anymore. I see my kids. They are healthy and happy. It is so true when they say, "Home is where the Heart is". And my heart is here in Boston... for now!