Home

It's nice to have a place to come back to after a long journey. Or not so long journey.

Comfortable bed. Delightful teas. The sound of hounds snoring and the hum of the dryer. Familiar smells of laundry soap and dog feet. My favourite mugs. And my own pillow. The same old heart-stuttering kisses. Routine. Face soap and toothpaste. Laughter. Unpredictable predictability. Life as it should be. Where everything is as I left it. In and out of place. Different and the same.

Mine.

A place where I am only me and can exist as such.

Home.

I am thankful I have one.

There is nothing better than that first sleep back after time away.