I had a conversation recently with my wife and her brother, and somehow we got to talking about how there are certain 
“trademarks†that just make home, well, home. They’re from Durban, South Africa and whenever they would go on vacation they would see who could spot the ocean first. For me, every time I travel, I look forward to returning and seeing those heights of the Rocky Mountains, which were so aptly described as “purple mountains’ majesty!†We also discussed how certain flavors and foods will always bring that feel of home. In my travels to other countries, though I find foods that I enjoy, nothing ever comes close to my mom’s cooking because nothing reminds me more of the safety and comfort of my home than my mom’s cooking.
Our Everlasting Home
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