It is so unusual walking into a house I haven't been in 8 months and know where everything is. And again walk down the hall to "my" room and see things that I placed here and there eight months ago. Things that haven't been touched in that long. Getting into "my" bed and then waking up to the familiar color of light coming in through the window. The light here is filtered by a thick layer of clouds, not rain clouds, just clouds. The sky is a greyish color and somehow it makes me happy. I want to curl back up under the covers because of it's familiar shade.
Somehow deep within I know that this is home.
Somehow deep within I know that this is home.
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