Visiting my hometown can be sobering experience. It is sometimes hard to recognize the place where I grew up as every year the skyscrapers grow taller and the list of surviving childhood haunts grows short (RIP Magnolia, the latest casualty). I know this sentiment is not new, to the point that it has become somewhat of a cliche, but it is sincerely felt. So, when I say that stepping through the front door of Bluebonnet Cottage felt like coming home, it means something! It certainly meant a lot to me. I loved everything about this place and will be back soon.