The train goes by our house hourly sometimes (Can you see it back there? It's much easier to see in person.). Although we've owned this house for nearly 2 years now, we still stop when the train goes by. We wave, imagine where the train might be going and who is on the train. We dream of where it would be fun to go. And then, as the sound of the train rumbling on the tracks grows fainter in the distance, we look back at where we live, perhaps smile a little, and think how great it is to just be home.