Everybody says it, but it's so true. Sleeping in your own bed is bliss. After a late night on the town on Thursday, a night in my own bed was exactly what I needed.
I went home, which for me is the land of Lincoln, Jordan, Blagojevitch, and Daley; more popularly known as Illinois. But I think that, at this junction in my life, home is becoming a strange new word of sorts. I call Chicago home, but I more fondly call Minnesota, especially where I live now, home. I know that with age, this notion of home will warp even more, but yes, everybody says this too, but home is where the heart is, and I have mad love for MN.
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