For me there is nothing like coming back home. Since I'm moved out on my own the feeling has become even more treasured. Home is where you become who you are. The family that surrounds you, and the events that happen shape your future in a way nothing else can. This was my first home. My parents lived in the basement apartment of this house when they were first married. The nice old land lady is now in a nursing home, the ramp for her wheel chair is gone, but so much is still the same. The intercom system is still there, the huge bushes still flank the door. It's funny how life goes on and things come and go and yet some things are always there.