Home

It's starting to look and feel like home around here at Maxwell House. At first I felt like I was living in a building, but that's changed. I wonder why that is. What is it that makes a place feel right, feel homey?

It could be the drapes on the windows, the clothes hanging in the closets, the pets underfoot and all that. It could be that we had our first dinner here with good friends (and neighbors) - Grace, the artist, Evets, and their daughter, Stephanie.

Maybe it's that our own unique "vibes" have permeated the place by now, you suppose? Is that what is meant by "home is where the heart is?"