Listen, sometimes it gets treacly, okay?

Recently we’ve been thinking about finding a house that’s one story because I’m bad with stairs, and Hailey got a bit sad because they’ve lived here since they were little so I drew this for them:

No matter where you wander, you are home, for you always carry your heart with you.

(You carry mine too.)

And it reminded me that we’re all “home” in so many ways. Home to people who love us. Home to our memories. Home to our potential. And yes, my home may be filled with arthritis and mental illness and too many tacos, but there’s something comforting about knowing that even though my home may be a mess (literally and figuratively) it’s still home.

Does this make sense? It might not because I forgot to take my ADD meds and so now my home is filled with cobwebs and chaos weasels. Also, Victor and Hailey both just looked at the title and told me that “treacly” is not a word but it totally is because I’ve read it a lot. It means “overly sentimental and sweet” like treacle pudding. Then they said that treacle pudding isn’t a thing and now I’m questioning everything.

PS. As requested, I made a 2025 calendar with all of my favorite drawings I’ve shared here this year in case you want one.

PPS. Treacly is totally a word.

I super crazy love you.

~ Jenny