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La, la, la, la, take me home

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After 40 days of travel, The Koala and I are coming home tomorrow. As much as I love traveling and seeing new sights, there is really no place quite like home. I’ve posted a little on my foodie adventures over the last few weeks, but as I go through all my photos, expect a few more gems to pop up.

In the meantime, here is a song that I can’t get out of my head all holiday. Both these versions are lovely.

Home

Alabama, Arkansas
I do love my ma and pa
Not that way that I do love you

Holy moley, me oh my
You’re the apple of my eye
Girl, I’ve never loved one like you

Man, oh man, you’re my best friend
I scream it to the nothingness
There ain’t nothing that I need

Well, hot and heavy, pumpkin pie
Chocolate candy, Jesus Christ
Ain’t nothing please me more than you

Ah, home, let me go home
Home is wherever I’m with you
Ah, home, let me go home
Home is wherever I’m with you

La, la, la, la, take me home
Mommy, I’m coming home
I’ll follow you into the park
Through the jungle, through the dark

Girl, I never loved one like you
Moats and boats and waterfalls
Alleyways and pay phone calls
I’ve been everywhere with you
That’s true

Laugh until we think we’ll die
Barefoot on a summer night
Never could be sweeter than with you

And in the streets you run a-free
Like it’s only you and me
Geez, you’re something to see

Ah, home, let me go home
Home is wherever I’m with you
Ah, home, let me go home
Home is wherever I’m with you

La, la, la, la, take me home
Daddy, I’m coming home

Jade?
Alexander.
Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?
I sure do, you came jumping out after me
Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, You were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that?
Yes, I do.
Well there’s something I never told you about that night
What didn’t you tell me?
While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was going to be your last,
I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you until just now

Ah, home, let me go home
Home is wherever I’m with you
Ah, home, let me go home
Home is where I’m alone with you

Home, let me come home
Home is wherever I’m with you
Ah, home, yes I am home
Home is when I’m alone with you

Alabama, Arkansas
I do love my ma and pa
Moats and boats and waterfalls
Alleyways and pay phone calls

Ah, home, let me go home
Home is wherever I’m with you
Ah, home, let me go home
Home is where I’m alone with you

“Home” as written by Alexis Ebert, Cheryl Ebert, Wendy Weldman

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP

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I am Genie, a designer/photographer obsessed with food and bunnies. I live in Auckland, New Zealand with my rabbit, Tofu and my husband, The Koala. I write about my hedonistic ways and I love the mantra "Eat well, travel often". I prefer not to write about myself in third person. www.bunnyeatsdesign.com

3 Comments

  1. Welcome home! It must feel really good after so many weeks away. It’s wonderful to travel, but nothing beats the feeling of being able to put your bags down at home.

    • Bunny Eats Design says

      Very happy to see him. I think he is glad to see us too. He’s running around fine so we suspect that he isn’t all that blind after all. Managed to wiggle and run away from me (without bumping into anything) when I was drying him last night.

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