Sitting here at this conference, I find myself wishing I were home, I just love that house so.

Last year when I've been on the road, I was more than fine with trips dragging out, because I hated that apartment and all the tension it caused within our ranks.

Jerry, my younger son, says every time we drive by the old apartment complex, "Yes, we thought we had to live there forever. But we were lucky and could move into our great new house."

Indeed. Now, there truly is no place like home.