home... is where?

By the time you all read this, I will hopefully be sleeping!
First-a correction. MM's neice, whom I tagged "OFP" (Our Future President) would actually like to be the first female Chief Justice (they have no term limits). So, instead of OFP, she can be FFCJ. :) (Hi, family!)I think it is an awesome goal for her to have, and look forward to the day she acheives it.

Now, onto the "real" blog.
Hmm.
blog topic.
What to say.
tap tap tap.
I had blog ideas. Really I did. When I was more awake, that is.
If I were home, with access to my pictures, I could put up pics of the house. But I am not.
home, that is.
But where is home, right now?
Um.
Well. It certainly is not my "storage unit" where all my stuff lays, higgeldy-piggledy in a great big mess. Whenever I go there to do something, or get something, I feel disconcerted, out of place. Like I should not be there. Like it isn't really where I belong.
I guess, temporarily, home is Chez MM. But, not many of my things are there, and I still forget where half my stuff is when it IS there. Especially my socks. MM doesn't realize it yet, but I have been stealing his. Matter of fact, I am wearing some of his, right now. They are big, but, they will do in a pinch.
And, if home is where your heart is, well. Then I am in the right place. To say I have grown overly fond of him, and Mustang Girl is an understatement. Obviously. I am sure you've all figured that one out. At THAT house, I am most comfortable, despite the fact that very few of my own things are around. Having my meow mix trio there is an added bonus.
And, the new house.
Which will be a mix of his, mine, and ours. How long will it take until we all feel like we are home? Not long, I am thinking. Because it is a home we all picked, together. Which will make it the best kind of home, right?
Of course right.