“If I ever go looking for my heart's desire again, I won't look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn't there, I never really lost it to begin with.” - L. Frank Baum
To quote a Frank Sinatra song, "It's awfully nice to go traveling... but it's so much nicer coming home."
It's easy to be enchanted by the exotic, to be dazzled by the distant, or romanced by the unknown. For us in the States, there's a magical quality about the Alps or the Arabian deserts or the rain forests of the South America that call to us like Sirens to Odysseus. I know they do for me, anyway (I blame National Geographic for instilling me with the travel bug at a young and tender age). But while these natural enchantresses have, in truth, their own unique charm, it's all too easy to forget that home has it's own as well.