Cup of Tea

I miss my home.... I've only ever been attached to a few places, the quiet of the mountain camp in the early morning, and the busy chatter of grandma's kitchen. So i sit here in this rented apartment, with it's rented furniture, much too fancy for me.. and i miss home. The window seat Chuck built for me too sit and read surrounded by books and this wonderful shade of green, I don't miss the stuff or the extra clutter but how I felt when I was there. My tea doesn't even taste the same.