I feel sometimes that life can be very one-dimensional. Work, eat, sleep & repeat. Many times, we need other outlets in life to be anything but one-dimensional. When I wrote Coming Home, I put myself in the shoes of a few people, one being my cousin, who is serving overseas right now, giving a year of his life. I imagine he feels the same as we do in the sense of wanting to come home. But home, as they say, is certainly who you are with, so you’d better make sure who you’re with is worthy of coming into your house. I also feel a deeper sense of the meaning of Coming Home, in the spiritual sense of seeing someone you love again someday. My grandpa comes to mind, who was more of a father than anything to me. I guess all I really mean to say is that everything comes to an end. If it all comes to an end, that's truly what makes it special: being able to have it in the first place. I hope you don’t take your life or the people in your house for granted. We only get this life and the people in it for a short amount of time. I’m learning day by day to show compassion towards those closest and even furthest from me when at times it’s very hard. When it is hardest, that’s when the 30-second dash cam kicks in to record and see if you will pass or fail the test. I hope you pass. Much Love TB