Where my mom sits on the couch in the evening before bed and plays with her laptop. When I’m feeling down, I like to crawl under the blanket she keeps there and sit the way she sits.

@Amoebic I like that :)

My home. It’s the home that I have lived in the longest and I have shared it with my husband.

@FGS thank you! creature comforts. : )

When my son was in the fourth grade, he went on an overnight trip with his class. They had all been asked to take with a small equal amount of spending money for the trip. When they stopped at a novelty store, all of the boys used their money to buy toy cap guns. He told me this as he presented a small plastic dolphin to me (I love dolphins), saying, “I really wanted the gun, dad, but I didn’t have enough for both.”

@zen That’s awesome :)

@FGS Thanks. I rub it every so often like a good luck charm. Then I rub my eyes.

@zen My son makes me drawings (he’s quite good actually) I look at them when I’m down and missing him.

@jonsblond A home is a sanctuary. If you can make it one of those places that you want to wrap around yourself then that’s a great thing.

@FGS I am very lucky, thank you. :)

I have my original stuffed animals from when I was about 2–3yrs old, sometimes I open up my trunk/chest and have a look at them, smell them.

The remote control.

@VzzBzz The smell is the key isn’t it?

@FGS: It’s so strange but after all these years and countless moves, they still smell like their original home, my grandparents’ home. That trunk is truly my own treasure chest.

@VzzBzz Going to my Grandmother’s basement is like that for me. All of my grandfather’s neat war memorabilia was there. Its where I liked to go and wonder. The smell is still the same and it brings back those warm thoughts of him when I go there.

I’m easy to please. I just love coming home on a cold day, a brutally cold day, to a warm house, or on a stormy day, to a warm, dry house. It gets me every time. It just means home to me. A place that is not just literal “shelter from the storm” but a sort of spiritual one too, I guess. A place that is mine, where I can find shelter from the elements and from a cold and sometimes harsh and unfriendly world.

@lillycoyote I get the same way when I’m on the road for a couple of months at a time…I just want to be HOME, with Kelly and my Frankie frank.

I have a cookie jar that’s all white and in the shape of a baker. It belonged to my grandmother and she always kept it full with Mother’s Iced Raisin cookies just for me. She’s been gone now for decades but I had always kept the same cookies in it until Mother’s Cookies went out of business.

@AstroChuck I remember Mothers’s raisin oatmeal cookies :)

Does alcohol count?
Me want cookie…