Last night, as I was tucking The Six-Year-Old into bed in her new room, she sighed.
The Six-Year-Old, sadly: “I want to be home.”
Mommyo, curiously: “Where is home?”
The Six-Year-Old: “Home is where the bookshelves are.”
(Because we anchored the bookshelves to the wall of our Norwood home during an extended bout of child-proofing years ago, we had to leave them behind when we moved.)